While I drive the nail through Your hand
I know I'm just another Thomas, won't believe
Until I feel the hole in Your hands
Then I will say, my God, I see not what You see
My God, what do You see in me?
My God, crowned in glory
The Lamb of God is worthy
My sin yells, ";Crucify!"; Louder than the mob that day
My sin yells, ";Crucify!"; louder than any mouth.