I want to kiss the scars on Jesus' feet,
Those scars show us the most blessed event in all of human history,
They are

I see the cuts
that I once made,
on the arm where
the razor once laid.

I see the pain
that once ached,
in the heart with
love once

There are marks upon my skin,
Pale reminders of days gone by.

The bleeding was staunched long ago,
But to claim they no longer

The scars I bear and the pain I feel

Are a constant reminder of the price I paid

The price I paid for loving you

I always

For Mama

I'm sorry for the things I might have done
For all of the awards I haven't won
I'm sorry for the chances I let by
I'm