The Hands That Bled

They tell me divinity knows why my pain overflows
 While my hands are scarred and my sins are buried below
 O saving victim, I long to hear your voice
 Speak the words
 Are my prayers heard?
 The hands that bled
 My story was written in blood
 Holes showed the price
 It poured from your side
 My salvation was written in blood
 My story was written in blood with the words sent from above
 My voice is hoarse, death is my discourse
 Where does my help come from?
 The holes in my hands are the remnants of your Holy Word
 Poured from your side, my entire life was written before I was born
 You claim I've never felt your pain
 But every inch of me was blood-stained
 I've wept, I died, I paid the price all so you can live this life