Scars Poem by MICHAEL VILANOVA

Scars



By his wounds we are healed
Scares shows truth be revealed
For each thorn and nail caused pain
He knew the purpose to be gained
Hanging there on that wooden cross
Below he witnessed all that was lost
He knew he was there to save souls
His wounds would accomplish this goal
So, brother and sisters let us gather together
At the bottom of the cross with one another
Holding hands as his blood drips to ground
Witnessing the beauty in something so profound
For by his deep wounds, we are healed
And from his scares the truth is revealed

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