The Scars that Gave me Life

Yesterday I was reading John's account of the resurrection of Christ and the fact hit me that the glorified body of my Savior still bore the scars of His crucifixion. Those scars will be a reminder to all for eternity of the price He paid to purchase a "people for His own possession (Titus 2:14)." The thought moved me to write a little poem.

One day I'll finally see the one who purchased for me life

And I'll see the precious scars, in His hands and in His side

More precious still the unseen scars etched upon His heart

From the wrath that was mine to bear that should've torn me apart

But here I stand before the throne no scars to call my own

Just the mark of His love and grace tattooed on my soul

Isaiah 53:4-5

Surely our griefs He Himself bore, and our sorrow He carried; yet we ourselves esteemed Him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted. But He was pierced through for our transgressions, He was crushed for our iniquities; the chastening for our wellbeing fell upon Him, and by His scourging we are healed.

Hallelujah for the One who this day bears the scars that brought many to life.

For the glory of God

Seth