Shine Like Scars in the Sky

Dazzling Scars

Lord,

We can’t breathe.

We are wounded.

Crushing pain 

stifles our breath.

How will you ever make

beauty out of these scars,

where pain left its mark?

Oh, but healing leaves a mark too! 

New tissue covers our wounds;

a different shade makes a sign…

A sign that resurrection awaits

that Jesus also wears scars,

where nails once attempted to crush him.

But the serpent can go to Hell,

dragging his sorry self to the pit,

while we bask in the glory of the scars

that once and for all crushed his head.

You disarmed his bite with our scars

and dazzled him with our brokenness.

Only you can use scars as weapons

to blind the generals of darkness

with scar tissue grown in suffering 

and drenched in tears.

Only you, our scarred Savior,

to whom we present our scars 

as offerings of wine and tears.

Amen