Scar-marked Heart

I look at my heart, I look at the scars,
The scars of so much abuse.
So much suffering, hurt and shame –
So much to regret, to accuse.

I look at your life, and your story unfolds
Like a mirror in front of my eyes.
Your silence strikes chords on my past despair,
My remembrance voices your cries.

Now you're in there – for you
It was worth all the desperate pain;
It was worth all the years of bitter rain,
Worth even the curse of the blackest stain.
To understand, to love you,
To show the way, to help you
I give my all, I'd not refrain
From bearing that and more again.

The scars are there, telling part of my past,
But the feelings of hatred are gone.
The scars remain, but the wounds were healed,
I can love, I am free to move on.

And now I can see a pattern unfold
Of purpose out of the pain –
His sovereign hand turns evil to good,
Turns to blessings the scars that remain.

Now you're in there – for you
It was worth all the desperate pain;
It was worth all the years of bitter rain,
Worth even the curse of the blackest stain.
To understand, to love you,
To show the way, to help you
I give my all, I'd not refrain
From bearing that and more again.

And now my tears embrace your wounds,
My softened heart o'erflows
With love to serve, to give my life.
My scar-marked heart – it knows.

18.3.2004