With tattered wrists and shattered fists I raise my hands to skies above.
On bloody knees I bow before my Lord.
With tattered wrists and shattered fists I raise my hands above.
On bloody knees I pray.
On bloody knees I bow before my Lord.
I pray... even as I bleed.
Praise be to you my God.
Thanks given to you Jesus.
For without struggle there would be no progress.
And without nightfall the sun's beauty'd be mundane.
Glory to you my merciful father.
I love You.
I'm humbled yet again.