From the surgeries to keep me alive~
I remember your own "Nail Scarred" hands Lord~
And the horrible way that you died~
It is true that I did this for "me", Lord~
While "Your scars were for all of mankind"~
Makes me wonder if I should feel guilty~
For regretting these scars that are mine~
They've extended my life for awhile Lord~
While the scars that you wear, set me free~
There's no chains on this earth that could hold me~
In a grave, that's awaiting, for me~
My scars_ they're but worthless reminders~
While You bled and were scarred, for my sin~
And your scars give the same invitation~
For erasing the sins of all men~
I will pray that when one reads this story~
He'll repent, and give You _"All His Love"~
For the scars that you wear _bought his pardon~ And a home_up in Heaven above~
Father God, showed His wonderous mercy~
Sending You, Precious Lord, here to die~
And my scars can't compare _to those scars that you wear~
For they bought me a home_ in the sky
I'll be true to you Lord _I'll be faithfull,
And one day I will see Gloryland~
Until then I shall always remember~
Why you still wear those scars in your hand!
WEBPAGE & POEM BY JONI KASSEL...............
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