Note: The song is "What Scars Are For" by Mandisa
Jennifer's P.O.V
I listened to the song coming through the tiny speakers.
"These scars aren't pretty, but they're a part of me
And will not ever fade away
These marks tell story of me down in the valley
And how you reached in with your grace
And healed me
They remind of your faithfulness and all you've brought me through
They teach me that my brokenness is something you can use
They show me where I've been, and that I'm not there anymore
That's what scars, that's what scars are for"
I glanced questionably at Alex. She just smiled. I kept listening to the song.
"Erase, rewind, wish I could every time
The hurt, the pain cuts so deep
But when I'm weak, you're strong
And in your power I can carry on
And my scars say that you will never leave
They remind me of your faithfulness and all you've brought me through
They teach me that my brokenness is something you can use
They show me where I've been, and that I'm not there anymore
That's what scars, that's what scars are for
I've seen it on the cross, the nails you took for me
Scars can change the world
Scars can set me free
They remind me of your faithfulness and all you've brought me through
They teach me that my brokenness is something you can use
They show me where I've been, and that I'm not there anymore
That's what scars, that's what scars
You show me that's what scars are for
I looked up at Alex. Tears were streaming down her face. "Do you understand?" She asked. I nodded. We sat on my bed and talked all night. Just like friends should do.
YOU ARE READING
Scars
Short StoryWhile most girls have bracelets or tattoos decorating their arms, Jennifer has scars. Jennifer's story of how she deals with the scars on her arms, and the scars on her heart.
