Dearest Child of God, How beautiful it is to see one of His children, truly worshipping HIM. Only one that has been healed can make himself so transparent so that God can be honoured. Only from a healed broken-heart can one write so deep. Only from one that's been heal can God use to heal others that are trapped within.
Your testimony lifts up the Holy name of God. Thank you for persisting and fighting against the tricks of the devil. I know satan is weeping right now, for my heart rejoices with you and I see the Christ shining through you. You are a witness and an example of a true believer.
God bless you.
It is amazing how deep we can write when we allow God to take all of the weakness and look for His glory! This poem is very deep, beautiful and stirring! Great Job, Keep looking toward the prize! Love Danette
Whether physical scars or scars of the soul - they are beautiful because they indicate the healing touch of our loving Father. Mile-markers of this journey of life. Although you're never exactly the same as you were before being wounded and healed, that, I have found, is a very good thing. Right there next to you, brother, in the battle - that we've already won! Blessings to you this day - Jody
For so many years, I looked at my own very jagged, very monstrous battle scars and failed to see them as signs of having come through victorious. Worse yet were those that other people could not see. I always wondered if perhaps others could see them, if they made me ugly, a monster that others were too afraid to touch. But the scars were still fresh then, still painful for even me to touch. Today, I look into a mirror and see a woman who has risen above so, so much, an overcomer in Christ. Physically, I have aged, but my heart is younger than it was years ago, having known the healing balm of The Great Physician. I still see the deep scars, the frown wrinkles that severely mark me between my brows... signs of having come through some very harsh battles. But I came through victorious when I left the battle in God's hands. I wanted them to disappear. Honestly, I'd even considered saving pennies for plastic surgery to have them removed, not wanting to be reminded, not seeing them as signs of victory. But I see something else today, something beautiful... something I never dreamed I'd see... the fine lines, the crowsfeet, the wrinkles caused by laughter, by joy, by freedom. And it sure makes the inner scars, those not so obvious to others, much easier to look at, to touch without the soreness, without the fresh pain of yesterday. Forgive me, Brother, for the long reply. You just managed to stir up a most tender place in my heart.
Isn't it great that the Lord looks on the heart? He doesn't see the scars and mars. His blood has looked after that. He sees a heart that is pure and white. As for physical scars, there may be those who scorn us for them, not knowing how they were caused. Man looks on the outward appearance; God looks on the heart. However, for ourselves, we are aware of both the soul and physical scars. The mirror won't let us forget the physical scars and the "enemy" tries to keep reminding us of the soul scars. But thankfully, you have overcome the horror of both kinds of scars, according to your very heart-rending poem. God bless you.... Helen
Scarred and rough are these knees
Fallen to where God hears my pleas
These are not scars of shame
But of trials that He overcame
...I love these words! Someone once said God will turn our scars into stars. Very anointed poem. Thanks for sharing.