With tattered wrists
No
At shattered wrists, I raise my hands to skies above
On bloody knees, I bow before my Lord
With tattered wrists, at shattered fists, I raise my hands above
On bloody knees, I pray
I pray
On bloody knees, I bow before my Lord
On bloody knees, I bow before my Lord
I pray
I pray
Even as I bleed
Praise be to you, my God
Even as I bleed
Thanks given to you, Jesus
Even as I bleed
Praise be to you, my God
Even as I bleed
Thanks given to you
For without struggle, there would be no progress
And without nightfall, the sun's beauty be mundane
Glory
(With tattered wrists, at shattered fists, I raise my hands above)
To you
(On bloody knees, I bow before my Lord)
(Even as I bleed)
My merciful Father
(At shattered fists, I raise my hands above)
(On bloody knees, I bow before my Lord)
I love you
(For without suffering, there would be no progress)
(And without nightfall, the sun's beauty be mundane)
I'm humbled, yet honored
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