Scars they remain… remind you it was real

Slow pain it waits, begs to be healed,
Memories they flow in, exposed, again revealed
Buried, I them, hide away do not be seen
Warm love flow over, assure me? Will it melt thin?
A desperate prayer whispered, coat me within.

Time tides in, take away what it brought
Time a healer, believe, frantically faster sought
Sands of time, grains, would it take the scars away
Fierce winds had drawn meaningless a mark?
He looked from above, beautiful intended strokes, not ill luck

Each scar by the Maker, an artful stroke from the brush of a Painter,
Every move deliberate, perfecting His masterpiece..
Clay in the hands of a Potter, succumb in flaws, crack, when put to test, thru fire
How else to render useful, earths dust that didn’t meet the pyre
Gaze He the refining, impurities melt out, left behind, gold silver

Truth, true it is, reality dawns, fewer realize
Many more they live, flawed, yet blissful
Their ignorance, ignored, did not require a price
Who but Wisdom that wise to know, man never pause.. mundane busyness, to seek
Scars, bless God, they remain, remind you it was real.