Scars and Stains
My scars run deep like underground rivers
My stains are bad beasts gazing in shattered mirrors
My scars bring much pain and the pain lasts forever
My stains keep me drained like waterless wells in desolate deserts
Like monsters and madmen with murderous needs
My scars and my stains leave me shackled and chained
Teardrops of terror turn into aggressive assaults
I'm blinded and bound by my numerous faults
Just like grains of salt and sand in open wounds
Like vultures flying low over open graves
My scars and my stains stay with me everyday
In mad desperation near my final doomsday I cry out to God to take me away
Suddenly the sky parts and I can see His fiery face
He smiles down from Heaven and He tells me to wait
He takes all my problems
He takes all my pain
Those shackles and chains He shatters and breaks
And those scars and those stains make me look deep inside
Gods grace is sufficient for me to survive
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