Scars
Some wounds take a long time to heal;
some wounds never heal;
sometimes there are scars,
perpetual evidence of a love well-lived.
You still have the wounds,
evidence of Your love to-the-last and always;
I’ve often wondered why the Father
didn’t raise You without them,
all-powerful as He is;
perhaps You wanted to keep them,
to help us remember
that Your scars and our scars are one.
Make Me a Mirror
Make me a mirror
conformed to You;
life and love,
reflecting Your Heart’s
fire for all,
bearing all that
Your Heart bore,
joy and sorrow both,
for us,
that all will come
to life and love in You.
You still have the wounds, evidence of Your love to-the-last and always
Thank you for the poignant beauty of your God-given words.
He tenderly moved His finger along the edge of my scars. I knew I was healed.
Hooray, and thanks be to God! It’s heartening to see that God is still using these poems to do the work for which they were sent. Thank you for sharing your experience, Sandra!
beautiful poems. Thank yu for sharing your gift.
what a wonderful way to start my day with a refreshed thought thanks
These are lovely! You have a real gift. The best I can do is collect the writings of others.
Do like your poetry. Really speaks to my heart…
Thank you for sharing them,Mary Ellen.
Mary Ellen……how moving!
…You wanted to keep them
to help us remember
that Your scars and our scars are one.”
Quite an image: if we can recognise that we share in the crucifixion as we navigate thru our pain, somehow it makes the bearing worthwhile.
Beautiful! Thank you!
Just beautiful. Thank you for sharing your gifts with us.