Prints of Peace

I turn my phone face down at night

But all the fear won't leave with light

The house is quiet; in my head

I'm fighting things that haven't happened yet

Then I remember who You are

The living Savior, still with scars

You didn't leave those marks behind

When You left death and rose to life

When I'm afraid You've lost sight of me

You open up Your hands so I can see

The nail prints in Your hands and feet

Say death itself has met defeat

The hands they wounded on that tree

Are now the hands that carry me

Your prints of peace, Your marks of love

Say I'm the one You're thinking of

When all these worries will not cease

I rest in You, my Prince of Peace

I thought that peace would look like clear

And easy answers waiting here

A road where nothing could go wrong

A little proof that I was strong

But You bring peace into the room

Before the trouble passes through

I have a place within Your palms

I don't have to have life in my arms

You don't need me to hide my fear

The hands You show me draw me near

The nail prints in Your hands and feet

Say death itself has met defeat

The hands they wounded on that tree

Are now the hands that carry me

Your prints of peace, Your marks of love

Say I'm the one You're thinking of

When all these worries will not cease

I rest in You, my Prince of Peace

You could have risen without a trace

No sign of nails, no wounded place

But in Your glory, there they stay

Your love has not been swept away

And when I think I'm on my own

Your open hands say I am known

The nail prints in Your hands and feet

Say death itself has met defeat

The hands they wounded on that tree

Are now the hands that carry me

Your prints of peace, Your marks of love

Say I'm the one You're thinking of

When all these worries will not cease

I rest in You, my Prince of Peace

My name engraved, held close to You

In hands that make all things new

Your prints of peace, Your marks of love

Are proof You haven't given up