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Nail Scarred Hands

 

 

Should have been my footsteps
Trailing to Calvary.
Should have been me instead of you
But you went any way.
Now it seems as if my own hands
Were two of the hands that killed this man.
Now every time I think of doing wrong
I think of his nail scarred hands.

Now here was a man that knew no sin.
There I was sin to the core.
He didn't care where I had been
He loved me anyway.
Then he stretched out his sweet hands.
Then he died for all the sins of the world.
Now every time I think of doing wrong
I think of His nail scarred hands.

Nail scarred hands.
Nail scarred hands.
Every time I feel like I just can't win
I think of His nail scarred hands.
Every time I feel like I can't go on
I think of His nail scarred hands.
Every time I feel like giving up
I think of His nail scarred hands.


Should have been me suffering
Wondering where all my friends had gone
Hanging there all alone, Hanging all day long
Even your Father had to look away
Cause you were carrying all the sins of the world
Now every time I think of doing wrong
I think of His nail scarred hands

Nail scarred hands
Nail scarred hands
Every time I feel like I just can't win
I think of His nail scarred hands
Every time I feel like I can't go on
I think of His nail scarred hands
Every time I feel like giving up
I think of His nail scarred hands

Click below to listen to "Nail Scarred Hands" by Debra Henderson

 

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