Born into a world of hate Cast out, by the hands of vanity Body, twisted, a wall of pain Jesus save me from this dying humanity Her existence a gift bestowed by the nail pierced hands The struggles never ending, haunting her every breath Her witness a rose in a cold and desolate land Her faith so strong, defying death A hurting blemished infancy wrought with affliction scars Her strength, tower divine, A comfort to never cease Her love a river of hope, pulling down the prison bars The fear a distant voice, taken by the prince of peace Now is the time, my Lord does call To walk with him throughout eternity The Son of God has given all Releasing me from the grip of my infirmity The heavens are opening wide My Saviour stands at my side My form is tortured no more His Blood, my body, restored