Scars

Just and true are you ways, though, through every tear I hear unjust and lies –

I seek to hear your soft quiet voice, but all that my ears can behold is the thunder crashes of pain and hurt –

The darkness folds violently around me and it seems I am to take my last breathe, but then, light rushes in, suddenly hope comes in the morning and a new day arises. I am filled anew and faith is birthed where once there was none-

The darkness still grips with vengeance and power, but as I fill up on your Word, the grip begins to loosen and my mustard seed of faith begins to take root –

The sound of angels resounds in the worship of my heart to love you, to be with you, that I desire after you and the more I draw closer to you, the darkness fades away and where there was pain and anger, I am left only with scars –
Every scar is a trophy, a medal of honor , for they are victory – Victory over the evil, over every creature that sought to destroy me –

I am your prize, your reward and I praise only you, my King, my great I Am-