When I look back at the scars trouble has left in my life
By hitting me with disappointment, failure, heartache and strife,
They no longer are as unattractive as they used to be;
But, they are now so beautiful to me.
When I look at that cut right down the center of my heart
That was so deep that it nearly tore my life apart,
I find delight in the things that made the wound
Because it took that for a beautiful flower to bloom.
God had to till the grounds of my heart because it was so hard;
And, when he allowed betrayal and deceit to come in, it was scarred.
I can now appreciate that beauty mark every single day
Because without it, I realize, I wouldnít have found my way
To love those who hate me without a cause and try to hurt me.
Thatís what makes that scar a thing of beauty.
The bruise that covers my entire back
Came from my enemiesí many attacks.
For, they would befriend me by smiling in my face
When they knew within their hearts, that wasnít the case.
I carried the heavy load of mistrust and unforgiveness for many years;
And, the weight of that burden caused me many nights of tears.
But, when I decided to relieve myself by letting all go,
I was able to experience a peace, I was only too happy to know.
Once I took all of the past off of my back,
A bruise was left to remind me of those many attacks.
There were times I wouldnít look back to remember what I had gone through.
The bruise no longer looks old and gruesome, but young, tender and new.
My spirit has been beaten to the point of bleeding within my very soul;
And, there is even a place where sin ripped a gigantic hole.
I used to be ashamed of people knowing what had happened to me
Because of the shame, the embarrassment, the humility;
But, I proudly explain what happened to cause that scar within
Because my testimony may help deliver someone else from sin.
No, my scars and bruises are no longer unsightly to see,
But they are now a thing of beauty
Because they each tell a story of how the potter took me as clay
And used all that I did and was going through to mold me from day-to-day.
No, Iím no longer ashamed of the scars and bruises on me,
They are now a thing of pure beauty.
Beauty marks are being left all over my life.
Iím being cut and molded daily with Godís spiritual knife;
And, I want to uncover myself so that the whole world can see
What a beautiful thing my troubles, pain, and sorrow has done for me.