God places pain in our hands,
Pain stuffed down deep inside.
Pain avoided at all costs,
In darkest corners of our mind.
He makes us touch and feel it.
Allows it to seep into our soul.
He lets it break our spirit;
Around our hearts enfold.
To face an hold the hurt.
To unleash memories we bind.
Gives us grace to release them;
Truly freedom, from past find.
He’s the great, and Holy healer.
So perfect, and wondrous is His art.
He won’t merely bind and fix wounds,
Makes lovely scars upon our heart.
I imaging in my deeper thoughts,
Of those so filled with His pure light:
If we but glimpsed their soul,
We’d weep for the beauty of their strips.