Nail Scarred Hands

My past became my prison

Love was waiting with the key

My story was my failure

Now my story is redeemed, oh-oh



My freedom’s written in Your nail scarred hands

Where there was sin and shame the cross now stands

The grave no longer tells me who I am

‘Cause my freedom’s written in Your nail scarred hands, oh



Your blood has paid my ransom

Your wounds have made me whole

Now every day is brighter, oh

Your love’s a miracle, oh



My freedom’s written in Your nail scarred hands

Where there was sin and shame the cross now stands

The grave no longer tells me who I am

My freedom’s written in Your nail scarred hands



I’m alive, I’m alive

Yes, I am free indeed

I’m alive, I’m alive

You resurrected me

I’m alive, I’m alive

Oh death, where is your sting

I’m alive, I’m alive

I’m claiming victory



My freedom’s written in Your nail scarred hands

Where there was sin and shame the cross now stands

The grave no longer tells me who I am

My freedom’s written in Your nail scarred hands, oh



My freedom’s written in Your nail scarred hands



My freedom’s written in Your nail scarred hands

Where there was sin and shame the cross now stands

The grave no longer tells me who I am

‘Cause my freedom’s written in those nail scarred hands