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by Christian Coutts
07/25/07
Not For Sale
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Battle Scars

Behold where I am scarred
Blotches of my skin marred
Rough and calloused from abuse
Patches of skin that was torn loose

Look and see they are healed
Once where my flesh was peeled
Now monuments of pain endured
The wounds that are now cured

On my knees is where they lie
Permanently marking me until I die
Reminders of my trials endured
Times when my tears have poured

Fallen time and time again
Battling my flesh and desire of sin
Down on my knees once more
To My Father, forgiveness I implore

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

No matter how long I stand
On my knees I will continue to land
For it is on these scarred knees
Where My Lord continually frees

A constant reminder of a war waged
In my heart where battles raged
On my knees is where they are
These are my battle scars

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Barbara Thompson Young

28 Jul 2007

Christian, I personally think this is your best writing piece.
I so appreciate your openness and candor. (Blessings, Barb)

Jody Goode

25 Jul 2007

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

(Treava) Joyce Pool

25 Jul 2007

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.

Thomas Kittrell

25 Jul 2007

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 this, oh how I love it. It speaks for me, too. God bless you, dear brother.

Jody and Joyce made such wonderful commnents. Joyce really, really touched my heart with hers. We love you, Christian. You give me great hope you are victorious.
Thomas

Helen Dowd

25 Jul 2007

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

Patricia Bankhead

25 Jul 2007

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.

Danette Kettwich

25 Jul 2007

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

Julia May

25 Jul 2007

Christian - This is so very beautiful and tender. God bless you. Wear those scars in His grace. Thanks for always sharing your heart with us. We all love you very much,

Julia

Janice S Ramkissoon

25 Jul 2007

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.
Janice