I can’t help but think of these scars,
Always inflicted on my heart,
By sin so deep and pain so sharp,
Scars that remind me I can’t depart.
I can’t help but think of these scars,
Formed from life’s darkest parts.
How I can hide or rid them now,
When I look at you and see your vow.
Scars of pain,
Scars of suffering,
Scars that mark the hands I was formed in.
Scars that speak of sacrifice,
Scars that bring healing and advice.
Scars of evidence,
Scars of assurance,
Scars that make me relate to you in.
Scars of a Savior,
Scars of a King,
Scars that welcome my brokenness in.
Scars that echo through silent nights,
Tell of battles and whispered plights.
They speak of love and grace profound,
And hope that lifts me from the ground.
In every scar, a story lies,
Moments where my spirit cries.
Yet in your scars, I find my peace,
A healing that will never cease.
You bore your scars to set me free,
In your wounds, my heart finds rest,
With every scar, I am blessed.
So I embrace these marks of pain,
For through them, I find my gain.
In your scars, my faith is sealed,
By your wounds, I am healed.
-AGOKOGA