Trophies

"Though the Lord is on high, Yet He regards the lowly." Psalm 138:6

There were wounds that now are scars

Forever fixed in place

Scenes etched in my memory

That time cannot erase

I don't understand Lord

All that You have done

But the scars have become trophies

Of the battles You have won

There were times I felt despair

Lost and so alone

Yet You had gone before me

I was never on my own

I dropped my sword in anguish

Feeling the weight of my defeat

Then You brought my enemies before me

And laid them at my feet

When words of strong rejection

Cut through me like a knife

The pain was so unbearable

I despaired even of my life

You picked me up and held me

Whispering softly in my ear

"My child these things I have allowed

So that you'll draw even nearer"

You have picked me up Lord Jesus

When the road has been too long

I was weak and so weary

You are awesome and so strong

I don't understand Lord

All that You have done

But all around me I see trophies
Of the battles You have won