I hurt when I think
Of the things that he suffered
The way in which he died
Wounds taken in my place
Inflicted upon him
Sweet son of the most high

Death were you so sure
When you silenced the master
Yet where is your sting?
The garden tomb is so empty

He stole your trophy away
When he opened his eyes

See those scars
Precious scars
How they prove
What the saviour went thru

Do you love those old scars
For the strength they bring to you
Reminders that suffering
Is part of His plan for you

Got some of my own scars
Some hurt to remember
Those emblems of old pain
Though everyone has them
I sometimes want to hide them
When they go to aching

But pain is a tool
In the hands of the surgeon
And to share in His love
I must share in His suffering

And if scars were all that I had
I’d do it all just the same

See those scars
Precious scars
Proof of battles He brought you thru

Learn to love those old scars
For the strength they bring to you
Reminders that wounds
Are a part of His plan for you
Reminders that healing
Is a part of His plan for you