Sit here with me
and tell me your story
Even if it breaks my heart
let me see your scars
Shame will whisper
Oh but we can't listen
'cause these are the stories that make us who we are
And I love who you are and your
Beautiful scars, your beautiful scars
Reminders of the wounded love
that had carried us this far
Beautiful scars
Turning the marks of our pain
into beautiful scars
For us, bruised and broken
For us, He was forsaken
Our wounded healer
suffered to set us free
See in His hands and His feet
Beautiful scars, beautiful scars
Reminders of the wounded love
that had carried us this far
Beautiful scars
Turning the marks of our pain
into beautiful scars
See in His hands and His feet
Beautiful scars, beautiful scars
Reminders of the Savior's love
that had carried us this far
Beautiful scars
Turning the marks of our pain
into beautiful scars
Oh how I love your beautiful scars
