Scars Video
Scars Lyrics

Waking up to a new sunrise
Looking back from the other side
I can see now with open eyes
Darkest water and deepest pain
I wouldn’t trade it for anything
‘Cause my brokenness brought me to You
And these wounds are a story You’ll use

So I’m thankful for the scars
‘Cause without them I wouldn’t know Your heart
And I know they’ll tell of who You are
So forever I am thankful for the scars

Now I’m standing in confidence
With the strength of Your faithfulness
And I’m not who I was before
No, I don’t have to fear anymore

I can see, I can see
How You delivered me
In Your hands, In Your feet
I found my victory

So I’m thankful for Your scars
‘Cause without them I wouldn’t know Your heart
And with my life I will tell of who You are
‘Cause forever I am thankful for
I’m thankful for the scars
‘Cause without them I wouldn’t know Your heart
I and know they’ll always tell of who You are
So forever I am thankful for the scars

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2 stories about "Scars"

  • Lindsay LaGrange says:

    This song has sooo many meanings to me. Everyday I struggle with the scars of my past and suffer with what many assume is a disorder only our military struggle with; PTSD. I consistently worry and struggle with my past life that haunts me and have internal scars to show for it. This song reminds me that God is there for me and that Jesus died for our sins and that his scars and beautiful heart are what constantly make us want to be a better version of ourselves day in and day out. We have struggles in life and obstacles of which only He knows what we can endure. So I am thankful for the scars.

  • Denise Bishop says:

    In August, 2017 I had a complete mental meltdown. I lost EVERYTHING during that VERY HOT MONTH!
    I had been robbing Peter to pay Paul for way too long. I was on the couch in front of my laptop, as usual, when there was a knock on the door. I kinda freaked. See – what family and friends I hadn’t pushed far away had left. Looking back I don’t blame them.
    I wasnt taking care of myself, not eating, bathing, etc. I lost over 60 lbs in a just a few months. I wasn’t taking any of my medications correctly, but I did kick an addiction to anti anxiety meds (lorazepam, Xanax, etc.) I wasn’t taking care of Max, my little yorkie (dog) i fed him, when he stood at his bowl and barked, but that was about all I did for him. Our 4 – 5 mile daily walks ceased. I wasn’t cleaning my house. It was OBVIOUS to EVERYONE that cared about and loved me that I was going down a path of no return. I even tried suicide during that time. They tried to help.

    I was already on disability because of my multiple sclerosis. After losing everything with the problems from that I was finally doing good. After losing my house, I had a nice apt. After losing my car, I had a nice truck. I had a little money after my bills were paid. I could eat at McDonald’s once a month. I couldn’t do or have these things for at least 9 YEARS because of my physical health. I know that doesn’t seem like much too some, but to me I felt like I was on the way up again.

    Back to the knock..

    When I opened the door my entire body shook, it was the electric company. I recognized the big yellow truck from the neighborhood. It was the one that showed up to turn off other people’s electric when they didn’t pay their bills. Now he was at my door. The look on his face, I was a total LOSER. I know the look well, I used to give the same look.

    I lived without electricity for about 2 weeks before anyone found out. It was my mom… she had called to see how I was. I broke down and told her. I will never forget the tone of her voice, she wasn’t mad. She was disappointed beyond belief.

    The next day family showed up to pack up what they could. I was admitted to the psych ward at the local hospital. Max was put in foster care. The story about the hospital is for another chapter.

    My diagnosis:
    bipolar disorder with psychotic episodes and major depressive disorder.

    When it was my time to go “home” from the hospital I had NO HOME and NOWHERE to go to. I was HOMELESS! I was starting to freak out again, but I grabbed a bible.
    The social worker had found a group home that would take me. Imagine being terrified that you wouldn’t be accepted by a group home.
    There was a quote on the wall of the lunchroom. (Not exact)

    Until the fear of staying the same becomes greater than the fear of change nothing will change. (Author unknown)
    I finally understood it. I was more afraid too be homeless.
    My family brought me a few belongings and my bible. I held that bible in the cab ride.
    What should have been terrifying wasn’t, because of Jesus. He had me and i am never going to let go.
    MY first night, and every night after, I slept with my bible. The next day one of the ladies gave me a little portable radio. I turned it to the local Christian radio station and never changed the channel. This is how I finally found Jesus.
    The plan was for me to stay for 6 months. It ended being 18 months. I lost my mom white I was in there, but God did give me the opportunity to see her and I was blessed to hold her hand when she met Jesus.

    I’m on my own again and living in Iowa by my dad. The first stop I made the day I left was to pick up MAX. It was like we had never been apart. I have a job and I’m going to pay back all the bills i racked up, but that is going to take a bit. Right now I’m concentrating on me and Jesus. I want to go back to school for Psychology/Christian Ministries and lead other lost souls to Jesus. If Jesus can bring me out of the desert and save my soul he CAN do it for ANYONE.

    I listen to the local Christian radio station
    Life 107.1 in Des Moines 24/7 now. Every song has meaning to me and has touched my heart. There is no artist over another, it’s like God himself wrote the song’s just for me.

    My dreams have changed. I use to dream about having a business to support myself and also fund a Non Profit. The purpose of the Non Profit, by God’s Grace, has changed. It’s much simpler now. I bought a small travel trailer and I plan on traveling around telling my story at group homes, nursing homes, psych wards, and wherever there is a need. I want to lead as many lost souls as possible to the mercy and grace of Jesus. I can go to school online and work while I travel. I won’t be able to attend school for a few years. I don’t qualify for student loans because my other ones were forgiven when I went on disability 15 years ago. When my bills are caught up and my credit is back in shape I will attend online.
    Mental Illness is the most misunderstood disease in the world. Between psychology and Christian Ministries I know thru Jesus I can save lives.

    Sure I struggle everyday, but I have learned coping techniques and most important I’ve learned to PRAY. I actually see Jesus over my left shoulder. He is a constant in my life now. I know God put me in that home to enlighten me about mental illness. Mentally ill individuals deserve to get the help they need. I have not seen a psychiatrist since I left the hospital in September, 2017. That is unacceptable, more people would be able to have a functional existence if they were given the proper treatment. I was VERY BLESSED TO HAVE FOUND JESUS!

    Until the next part,
    Denise Bishop

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