Dead men don’t scar
Ξ July 23rd, 2007 | → | ∇ Healing The Hurt, encouragement |
Dead men don’t scar
A scar four inches long, a cut once two inches deep
Premonition of tomorrow’s struggle
Makes it so hard to see…
I call each scar my friend, only an enemy when wounds were raw
Something I’ve overcome and came out alive
Death I never saw.
Welcome each memory as a bittersweet blessing,
Like dew dripping from a poisoned flower; because it’s not the struggle…
But the victory that’s impressing.
One becomes a warrior for the people,
When death mopes away with only a taste of blood
Just examine every scar under this steeple
Because last time I looked around life’s battlefield, I realized
The most damaged saints led millions by a testimony…
And obtained their victory after many tries
Do not cry, I beg. But wear your scars like pearls of blood
Scars are trophies of the things that failed to kill you,
Show the world what you overcome with love.
The darkness slashed your heart, your wrist and face.
How willing are you to wipe the blood
And thank God for another day?
I promise you – what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger inside
The weak are the ones who’ve avoided life’s lessons
And came away with nothing but a paper cut of lies
Think twice when wishing upon a star
Thank God for the trials of life – because:
Dead men don’t scar.
Katelyn Burch
Blessing The Nations encouragement Healing The Hurt
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