(A Song)

Verse I
In the palm of his hand he hold my heart.
In the palm of his hand is where it all starts.
It's where the nails dug in, he saved my life.
He cleansed all my sin, he'll take away my strife.

Through the blood once shed, he took my place.
I see the pain, as I look to his face.
It should be me, the one who died.
And this all starts with just one lie.

Chorus
He gave me life
by the nails in his hands.
My story held
in the palm of his hand.

Verse II
In the palm of his hand is the life he gave.
It should have killed me and, my life he saved.
And when he died, they cursed his name.
Because of him nothing is the same.

Chorus
He gave me life
by the nails in his hands.
My story held
in the palm of his hand.
...In the palm of his hand...