Healing Deep

scars are weighing heavy
wounding me yet again,
bleeding constant on my hope
staining curse on my amen.

self hidden by my shame
my past inflicting pain,
corrupting present - now
me; drowning in the rain...

time to get down in the dirt
exploring my deepest hurt,
with God's stunning love and grace
through my fears I now can sort.

breath of compassion is mine
found in His nailed scarred hands,
scars map my journey taken
as healing's depth - now expands.

His scars declare my value
for He died to set me free,
faithful - how He cares for me
so real beauty I can see.