Passion - Kutless

Within my mind’s eye

Flickering from the past

Come images that terrify and calm

A paradox in me 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 created a paradox in me 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

Who could of came and died, a sacrifice

As your God’s only son

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