Nail-Scarred Hands

[Verse 1: Quiet Piano] The shadows stretched across the upper room Where fear had locked the heavy wooden door I traced the grief that lingered in the gloom And swore I would not trust a phantom more They spoke of empty tombs and risen breath While my own heart was heavy with the nail I measured every promise against death And prayed my rigid faith would not prevail [Chorus: Atmospheric Strings and Victorious Choir] Then light broke through the quiet of my doubt A living grace that washed the darkness out He did not chide the sorrow in my chest He laid my weary questions down to rest I saw the wounds, the tokens of His love And reached for mercy given from above My Lord, my God, my anchor and my shield Upon His nail-scarred hands, my soul is healed [Verse 2: Building Instrumentation] He called my name with tenderness and scars No lightning flashed, no thunder shook the floor Just hands that made the oceans and the stars Extended wide to heal a heart so sore He met me in the valley of my pride Where logic fought against the sacred flame And as I touched the mercy in His side My stubborn doubt was broken in His name [Chorus: Full Worship Band and Anthemic Strings] Then light broke through the quiet of my doubt A living grace that washed the darkness out He did not chide the sorrow in my chest He laid my weary questions down to rest I saw the wounds, the tokens of His love And reached for mercy given from above My Lord, my God, my anchor and my shield Upon His nail-scarred hands, my soul is healed [Bridge: Rising Crescendo] Blessed are those who never saw His face Yet anchor in the currents of His grace From broken trust to resurrection dawn The darkest night is past, the stone is gone [Chorus: Grand Peak] Then light broke through the quiet of my doubt A living grace that washed the darkness out He did not chide the sorrow in my chest He laid my weary questions down to rest I saw the wounds, the tokens of His love And reached for mercy given from above My Lord, my God, my anchor and my shield Upon His nail-scarred hands, my soul is healed [Outro: Ambient Piano Fade] My Lord... my God... The scars remain, but now they set me free He lives, and He remembers even me [Instrumental]