Yes, I know what real looks and feels like It stings! and haunts me sometimes Never tired of pointing accusing fingers Causing great disquiet in my soul And leaving me with shame, Anger, guilt, regret and driving me to the edge of despair That, because I failed to see the beauty of my scars Beauty? What beauty could there be? There is beauty in the scars; look again! Yes, they are real But you’ve failed to notice their beauty The truth in them, that is Truth: your scars are memories of God’s hope God’s hope and optimism for you They speak of the triumph of grace That your wounds, However deep they be, were unable to undo your fundamental good Because there’s more to you than those wounds Your scars are beautiful If you ever are in doubt of that Simply look to heaven There, seated at the Father’s right hand Is One most beloved Whose scars the Father loves to behold Author: Jude E. Ezuma 8-day Silent Retreat, 6/4/09 P.S. By the way, scars are signs of wounds that are now healed! Comments are closed.
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