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