When I know that He is watching
And all the shadows flee away
I try to hide the best I can
From His morning light today

For I worry if He finds me
As a mirror’s face reflects
That He would show my selfish deeds
And my doubting and defects

But when my mind fell silent
A quiet voice to me appealed
To come see hands and feet with scars
That were left where wounds were healed


Scars by Peter Caligiuri
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