Every scar has a story.
What will mine tell?
What will come of this
when I’m better, when I’m well?
I want my scar to tell
of how I’ve overcome,
of how I made it through,
of where I have come from.
I want my scar to whisper
about the pain I faced,
about this very hard time,
about the marathon I raced.
But mostly I want my scar
to speak of something greater
I want it to shout
about my living Creator.
Let my scar be evidence
that there is a loving Lord
who fought my scary battles
and on whose wings I soared.
Let my scar proclaim
that all things work for good,
that by myself I couldn’t
but with my God I could.
Let them take a look.
Let them peek and see.
My scar shows God is great.
It points to Him, not me.
Prince Quality
What will mine tell?
What will come of this
when I’m better, when I’m well?
I want my scar to tell
of how I’ve overcome,
of how I made it through,
of where I have come from.
I want my scar to whisper
about the pain I faced,
about this very hard time,
about the marathon I raced.
But mostly I want my scar
to speak of something greater
I want it to shout
about my living Creator.
Let my scar be evidence
that there is a loving Lord
who fought my scary battles
and on whose wings I soared.
Let my scar proclaim
that all things work for good,
that by myself I couldn’t
but with my God I could.
Let them take a look.
Let them peek and see.
My scar shows God is great.
It points to Him, not me.
Prince Quality
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