Life's Scars

I received the most interesting call the other day from a friend who I don't get to talk to often enough.  It was wonderful.  She shared hope with me in that call.  She encouraged me to keep going because the relief I seek may be around the corner or through the darkest tunnel but it is indeed there.

She also told me about scars. Scars are not my favorite because they mean a wound has occurred and who in their right mind would ask for that to happen?  Not me.  I dwelled on her wisdom and this poem was what came.  It is for my Friend, with a capital F.

Scars

My soul has many a hideous deep scar
permanently its beauty they mar
some come quickly from a near relationship
other gashes come from random words that rip
it all wounds the heart the same
torn and hurting with gross maim
then Jesus comes near, bends down on knee
hears heart's struggle with desperate help plea
He says gently, Lay still. Remain in Me calm
I can stitch, heal and spread Holy Spirit balm
these wounds need time, will heal slow
as I help heart's scar tissue to grow
healing will come, fully complete
He begins His work, making His stitches neat
all finished He strokes my face says, Lay still
as through the healing process you learn My will.
much time slips through life's hour glass
I no longer hurt, healing has come to pass
the scar tissue remains always in me
but now I can with joy look at it to see
that the tissue there is incredibly strong
a badge of honor saying: to Him I belong
much wounding I did survive
have healed, am now free to thrive
knowing by scar's reminder deep
no matter what comes my heart in His I'll keep.

humble {hugs},
Shea