You say you'll fall apart
You say you'll break my heart, but
You can't take these scars from me
For I am truly yours
The thief, the nails, the thorns
Again you will be born, believe

All hail the king of jews
Spit, mocked, beaten, bruised
Surely he hath borne our griefs
One had the power of hell
But lost grip when son to dwell
Some came and some held their beliefs

You say you'll fall apart
You say you'll break my heart, but
You can't take these scars from me
For I am truly yours
The thief, the nails, the thorns
Again you will be born, believe

O death where is thy sting?
O grave where is thy victory?
Thanks be to Jesus Christ the lord!
I press on toward the mark
There's light within the dark
He bought what I could not afford

You say you'll fall apart
You say you'll break my heart, but
You can't take these scars from me
For I am truly yours
The thief, the nails, the thorns
Again you will be born, believe