He Carried His Scars Poem by Gary James Smith

He Carried His Scars

Three nail prints and a pierced side
Were evidence from the Cross
That He bore my sins on Calvary
My gain came from His loss
Such love that paid the penalty
For the sin debt that I owed
What glorious message...the gospel!
The greatest story ever told

That pain was overwhelming
As He hung there for me that day
Tortured beyond description
His body so terribly flayed
The crown of thorns left imprints
On the head of the Son of God
This man of sorrows acquainted with grief
How little they understood

For the joy that was set before Him
Lord Jesus endured the Cross
For the victory He was to give us
Was dependant upon His loss
Our Saviour, our God, and Creator
Who made the sun, the moon, and the stars
Has risen again with those bruise marks retained
Praise God He carried His scars!

Hallelujah what a Saviour!

Copyright July 17.2019.9: 48 AM

Gary James Smith