Within my mind's eye Flickering from the past Come images that terrify and calm A paradox in me And nail pierced hands, they run with blood A splitting brow forced by the thorns His face is writhing with the pain Yet it's comforting to me He chose to give it all Jesus endured the pain Paying a debt I owed and creating A paradox in me And nail pierced hands, they run with blood A splitting brow forced by the thorns His face is writhing with the pain Yet it's comforting to me And in my heart, I know that You're the only one You could have came and died A sacrifice, as You're God's only Son And nail pierced hands, they run with blood A splitting brow forced by the thorns His face is writhing with the pain Yet it's comforting to me And nail pierced hands, they run with blood A splitting brow forced by the thorns His face is writhing with the pain Yet it's comforting to me