Marked

I bear the marks of a Savior

Whose path led to Calvary

Where He was stripped and scourged for hours

And hung there on a tree.

With His life in me came a death 

Of a woman whose now long gone

Where life was but a dream

Until the Savior called.

For He called to drop my nets

And follow Him where He’d lead

So today I’m also marked

For the walk to Calvary.

Where comes a daunting truth

Where loss also brings gain

And while His love is deep

Your marked to bear His shame.

These marks they have a scent

A fragrance of gentle oil 

That pours upon the lonely

The hopeless and the poor.

The marks they serve as reminders

For gentle words and grace

For a forgiving heart when the devil

Has marked you for some pain.

For it seems the marks they lend

A double edged sword

The marks of a trusted warrior

Who battles with the Lord.

Yet marked too by the enemy

For a trap of many sorts

Inflicting deepest wounds

With arrows sent to mourn.

For these are marks of victory 

As more like Him we become

And when all is said and done

We are marked with Christ’s own love.

November 1, 2017