My name is written on His hands
Not merely pen and inked
Two thousand years and more it stands
And hence our fates are linked

My name was driven through His hands
With nails that brutally marred
His palms according to demands
From crowds that he once healed

He had long planned and thought me worth
This excruciating pain
Died my death before my birth
He thought my life was gain

The blood, the tears, the sweat, his moan
Are testament to this
That I, whose heart was once of stone
Am now wholly His