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His Scars by Julie Hufstetler, copyright 2004 Marked by tragedy, stained by sin We live with choices that never should have been Oh, but Jesus knows each detail of our less than perfect lives This is why He gave His life This is why He died His scars heal all other wounds They’re reminders of the blood He shed for me and you And when we stand before the One with nail prints in His hands The memories of pain will be so far And all that will remain are His Scars |
Precious Holy Hands took our blame He bore the burden that cancelled all our shame Oh, and just as sure as scarring is a sign that pain’s been healed So we have assurance that our pardon has been sealed (At the Cross, by Isaac Watts/Ralph E. Hudson) Alas and did my Savior bleed And did my Sovereign die] Would He devote that Sacred Head For sinners such as I |