Scars
Sometimes our souls
Are seared so deep
By penetrating wounds
Of cruel words,
That pierce us to the quick,
Until, as years pass on,
We are no longer shocked
By this recurrence,
Nor recoil in sad surprise.
The scars remain
But all the pain and sting
Have been removed
By God's good grace;
In tender mercy
He dulls our sense of memory,
And helps us to forget.
Are seared so deep
By penetrating wounds
Of cruel words,
That pierce us to the quick,
Until, as years pass on,
We are no longer shocked
By this recurrence,
Nor recoil in sad surprise.
The scars remain
But all the pain and sting
Have been removed
By God's good grace;
In tender mercy
He dulls our sense of memory,
And helps us to forget.
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