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 Iâd 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