When we are cut,
Our skin may scar. Though wounds heal, The reminder’s not far. We learn and maybe Grow thicker skin. As we move on we still Know where we’ve been. The battle continues With bruises and scrapes As the enemy attacks On new landscapes. Of what use are These battle marks If not to encourage And ignite sparks. They are not ugly When they display The glory of God And color from gray. Rather than hide them, We ought to show That light has made The past into shadow. When we are struck, That too we’ll wear. Another abrasion Less hard to bear. Always forgive, But never forget. Know God is with us Against every threat. |
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