Cicatrizes

Scars that prove He had to suffer
So I could be free
Scars that prove He had to suffer
So I could be free

Closing my eyes
I can see Jesus on the cross
His suffering is so much, it's hard to imagine
That someone could endure such pain

Nails in His hands, nails in His feet
Jesus is suffering
And knowing that all of this is for me
I can't help it, when I think of this I cry

I'm still standing there
I look at His hands and remember
Hands that once reached out to heal
Hands that once reached out to save
Hands that once reached out to bless
Hands that once reached out to give life again
Now they are wounded, pierced, marked

Scars that prove He had to suffer
So I could be free
Scars that prove He had to suffer
So I could be free

Scars that prove He had to suffer
So I could be free
Scars that prove He had to suffer

So I could be free
So I could be free
So I could be free