He shows me His open hands,
The wounds do break my heart.
He shows me His thorn crown,
And my spirit wants to break apart
He shows me His side wound
And I agonize in my mind
But then He shows me His smile
And not a trace of sorrow, I find
I whisper – I’m not worth it
He proclaims that I am
I shout – I’m not worthy
He speaks that I am
I complain that I’m sinful
He says my sins are no more
I ask if He has ever NOT loved me
He says – NEVER BEFORE

