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
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