I said, unless these eyes can see,
don’t know if I can, if I’m strong to believe,
unless my hands may touch the scar,
How can I trust something so far.
So contrary to the nature of me,
For what I know resists what could be.
But You stand, alive, yet slain,
with pierced hands that broke death’s claim.
No shadows rises to dim Your light,
For victory burns within Your eyes.
Come here, You said.
Your hands, Your side
where death was dealt, yet death has died.
I cry out where mercy trod,
I see You, I know You
my Lord, my God.
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 12:27 PM UTC
I said, unless these eyes can see,
don’t know if I can, if I’m strong to believe,
unless my hands may touch the scar,
How can I trust something so far.
So contrary to the nature of me,
For what I know resists what could be.
But You stand, alive, yet slain,
with pierced hands that broke death’s claim.
No shadows rises to dim Your light,
For victory burns within Your eyes.
Come here, You said.
Your hands, Your side
where death was dealt, yet death has died.
I cry out where mercy trod,
I see You, I know You
my Lord, my God.