I
I AM JUST A MORTAL SOMETIMES I MAY FORGET
HOW FAR YOU REACHED TO LIFT ME UP FROM SORROW AND REGRET.
THAT'S WHEN I NEED REMINDING DEAR LORD I KNOW YOU CAN
JUST TAKE ME BACK TO CALVARY LET ME SEE YOUR NAIL SCARED HANDS.
II
THERE ARE TIMES I ENVISION THE STRIPES FOR ME YOU BORE.
OR IN MY WORLD IMAGINE THE CROWN OF THORNS YOU WORE
BUT I GET A PICTURE OF LOVE I CAN'T UNDERSTAND
WHEN I SEE YOU HANGING WITH SPIKE DRIVEN THROUGH YOUR HANDS.
CHORUS
THOSE PRECIOUS NAIL TORN HANDS, THAT HELD YOU TO THE RUGGED CROSS
AND SHED THE BLOOD THAT CLEANSED MY HEART AND SAVED MY SOUL FROM
LOSS WHEN I AM WEAK AND DON'T STAND UP FOR AND BE A MAN
AWAKEN ALL MY MEMORIES LORD SHOW ME YOUR HANDS.