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.
