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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
