Darkness.
Hurt.
Pain.
Some will be forgotten
Some will be buried,
Buried down in the cavern of the soul
They seem lost somewhere down there
As if they will never see the light of day
Where they will fester
And pester the soul
And eat a hole
Right to the core
Now laid bare
For a soul to come and care
So along comes a lion,
A wolf in sheep’s clothing
Preaching hope and freedom
From the pain piled deep down inside
He plants a thought
Mistaking gashes for mending
And fancying a blade
As the aid,
The tool of his healing
I bought this thought
For freedom is what I sought
To carry me away
From the burden I carry
I grabbed the blade
By now the damage has been done
The marks do not fade
It’s hard to look away
Back comes the lion
Now taunting his prey
Who bought his hope
And his lies
Now they just fade to
Fear.
Guilt.
Shame.
A voice calls out
“Where are you going?”
“I’m hiding
For I am afraid of what you may say
Just look at my scars
Oh, how I stained your masterpiece.”
“Who told you that?
Child of mine, I see no stain
I still see my masterpiece
Whom I breathed into life.”
“But I lost
The crafty one has won,
Just look what I have done!”
“Don’t you see
That from his mouth
Comes the words of judgment
Whose chains were broken long ago
He did not win because you are in need of grace
I have won,
For by grace I made the way.”
“Won’t others see my scars?”
“They may, but I don’t.”
“Won’t they see me differently?”
“They may, but I don’t.”
“Have you heard my mouth and what it has said?
Have you seen my eyes and what they have seen?
Have you seen my hands and what they have done?
If you did you wouldn’t want this soul!”
“I love you,
Don’t ever forget this
I love you,
Scars and all.”
“You may, but I can’t.”
We all find ourselves with scars of our own
Some large
Some small
Some out in the open
And still some hidden far from the light
We run, run, and run some more
To go far away from the pain we bear
But farther down this hole we go
There, guilt and shame will swallow us whole
Turn and open up those wounds
To let the light of grace come in
As the arms of hope wrap around
Let the tender hands cleanse you now
And hold you now,
And forevermore.
Life in His Mosaic 