Passion

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