Scars

I hurt when I think
 Of the things that he suffered
 The way in which he died
 Wounds taken in my place
 Inflicted upon him
 Sweet son of the most high
 Death were you so sure
 When you silenced the master
 Yet where is your sting?
 The garden tomb is so empty
 He stole your trophy away
 When he opened his eyes
 See those scars
 Precious scars
 How they prove
 What the saviour went thru
 Do you love those old scars
 For the strength they bring to you
 Reminders that suffering
 Is part of His plan for you
 Got some of my own scars
 Some hurt to remember
 Those emblems of old pain
 Though everyone has them
 I sometimes want to hide them
 When they go to aching
 But pain is a tool
 In the hands of the surgeon
 And to share in His love
 I must share in His suffering
 And if scars were all that I had
 I'd do it all just the same
 See those scars
 Precious scars
 Proof of battles He brought you thru
 Learn to love those old scars
 For the strength they bring to you
 Reminders that wounds
 Are a part of His plan for you
 Reminders that healing
 Is a part of His plan for you