Music and Lyrics
Bob Farrell

I HURT WHEN I THINK OF THE THINGS THAT HE SUFFERED
THE WAY IN WHICH HE DIED
WOUNDS TAKEN IN MY PLACE - INFLICTED UPON HIM
SWEET SON OF THE MOST HIGH
DEATH WERE YOU SO SURE WHEN YOU SILENCED THE MASTER
YET WHERE IS YOUR STING' THE GARDEN TOMB IS SO EMPTY
HE STOLE YOUR TROPHY AWAY WHEN HE OPENED HIS EYES
SEE THOSE SCARS - PRECIOUS SCARS
HOW THEY PROVE WHAT THE SAVIOUR WENT THROUGH
DO YOU LOVE THOSE OLD SCARS
FOR THE STRENGTH THEY BRING TO YOU
REMINDERS THAT SUFFERING IS PART OF HIS PLAN FOR YOU
GOT SOME OF MY OWN SCARS - SOME HURT TO REMEMBER
THOSE EMBLEMS OF OLD PAIN
THOUGH EVERYONE HAS THEM I SOMETIMES WANT TO HIDE THEM
WHEN THEY GO TO ACHING
BUT PAIN IS A TOOL IN THE HANDS OF THE SURGEON
AND TO SHARE IN HIS LOVE I MUST SHARE IN HIS SUFFERING
AND IF SCARS WERE ALL THAT I HAD - I'D DO IT ALL JUST THE SAME
SEE THOSE SCARS - PRECIOUS SCARS
PROOF OF BATTLES HE BROUGHT YOU THROUGH
LEARN TO LOVE THOSE OLD SCARS
FOR THE STRENGTH THEY BRING TO YOU
REMINDERS THAT WOUNDS ARE A PART OF HIS PLAN FOR YOU
REMINDERS THAT HEALING IS A PART OF HIS PLAN FOR YOU