Yet it's comforting to me

His face is writhing with the pain
Yet it's comforting to me
A paradox in me
Nail pierced hands they run with blood
Come images that terrify and calm

Yet it's comforting to me
Nail pierced hands they run with blood
A splitting brow forced by the thorns
He chose to give it all
And in my heart I know that You're the only one
Nail pierced hands they run with blood
A paradox in me
Paying a debt I owed and created
His face is writhing with the pain
A splitting brow forced by the thorns
Who could of came and died, a sacrifice

As your God's only son

Nail pierced hands they run with blood

His face is writhing with the pain
His face is writhing with the pain
A splitting brow forced by the thorns
A splitting brow forced by the thorns
Yet it's comforting to me
Jesus endured the pain