By His Wounds We are Healed
I was a wounded soldier
Each of my battle scars had stories of its own
There are not many blemishes on my skin mind you
But these battle scars are the ones that cut to the bone
These battle scars are the children
Of the union between an unloyal friend and an unforgiving heart
These battle scars are those thoughts of vengeance and anger
That stops the flow of Christ’s blood flowing to my heart
These battle scars are the ones
That make one sit in the church pew
Singing amens and hallelus
These battle scars are the ones
That let me know that my numerous amens could never make my soul new
These battle scars came along
When I decided to be a soldier in the blessed throng
Because back in the day, the scars were not those of a battle
Because then I could not care less about fighting against the wrong
But these battle scars gained in the struggle to do
right can cut quite deep
Because I care now
The guilt can be so strong
That I pray that God, my sanity, will keep
One day I prayed this prayer
And I must say the answer he gave was so real
He said, “What are you doing with all those scars,
Don’t you know I was wounded to heal?”
My holy hands were pierced so that yours
could soothe
The concerns of one of your brothers
My hands were nailed so that you can
Freely lift yours in sincere praise
My palms did bleed
So that yours could lovingly reach out to another
My feet were pierced so that yours could
run eagerly to the top of Mt.Zion
My feet were nailed so you could run to give cheerful tidings
My feet did bleed so that you could dodge and flee
From the pounces of the roaring lion
My side was pierced so that you would
be filled
With the joy of knowing that one day
We will walk along the sea of glass side by side
My side was bruised so you know
That with me at your side
Life’s battles you’ll never lose
My side did bleed to show you what real
Liberating love is
One very contrary to your views
And if you want healing, you will not refuse.
The crown of thorns was placed on my brow
So that one day you’ll have a golden crown on yours
The crown of thorns was placed on my head
So you can be free from the mental slavery and its powers
My temples did bleed so that your thoughts
Won’t only dwell on me for minutes but for hours and hours
My heart was broken so that yours could
beat
My heart was broken
So that your heart transplant could be complete
My heart was torn apart so that my Spirit in you could reign
My heart did bleed
So that my saving blood could run through your veins.
For my loved one
“I was pierced for your transgressions
I was crushed for your iniquities
The punishment that brought you peace was upon me
And by my wounds you are healed.”