Would you still believe me?
None of your scars can make me love you less.
My perfect love for you is solid
So your imperfection don't define my love for you
I find joy in covering all your shortcomings
Your old scars and your current wounds
Your hurts, downfall and your pains
Even in all that, I am still the Balm of Gilead
As you behold me as in the mirror
Let my scars bring healing to your scars
My cross now sings healing and wholeness in your darkness
I will never define you based on your scars
I will never call you as the world thinks of you
Will you allow me to be your one and only voice?
Your scars will never make me love you less
Your past do not threaten my plans for your future
Allow me to kiss these scars away.
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