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