- cifra
Image of the Invisible
In our pain, we feel You near
God of heaven in flesh and bone
By Your wounds, we shall be healed
Wounded healer
We give our hearts to You
Arms stretched out not to part the seas
But to open up the grave
Blood poured out not for war, but peace
And to show us God's own face
Wounded healer
We give our hearts to You
No fire, no fury
Just death into life
Over and over
'Til all things are right
Wounded healer
We give our hearts to You
