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 thru 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 thru 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