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.