The stripes on Your back, thenblood on Your face, the holes innYour hands, the love in Yourneyes;nnthis was for me - thenundeserving. And with a new foundnfire I will shine.nnMy God, MynGod, why have I forsaken you? Inowe You my life in exchange fornYour death. A sentence, marked fornme, bound Your hands and sealednYour fate. The shackles, meant fornme, hung from Your feet.nnBurnnthis wall down - burn it to thenground. Bring me to my knees.nnMynGod, My God, why have I forsakennYou? Take this from me. Your bloodnis enough to cover my hands.