The Shadow of His Scars

Over the past few years, Megan and I have had the privilege of getting to know Rebecca Woodbury, a high school senior who hails from the Southwest. Today she shares with us a poem she wrote this past year.

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The world is a sorry place, my dear,
Full of pain and want and fear;
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Of empty hands stretched trembling out,
Eyes left hollow by famine and drought.
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Oh, the pangs of the masses’ tomorrow,
For we know, darling, it holds only sorrow.
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What will you do to heal their souls?
How will you help to make them whole?
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Your arms are full of the roses of life,
Your cheeks unblemished by hate or by strife;
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Let the love pour forth from your spirit,
Sing hope and beauty to any who will hear it.
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Rock crying babies to sleep in your arms,
Hold back fright and quiet alarms.
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Speak in peace and love what is right,
Cherish humility and walk in the light.
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For until you and I – until we rise up,
And let the world drink from Christ’s cup:
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Until we touch each heart with His grace,
No happy future can bless this place.
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For only in the shadow of His bloody scars,
Can we ever sleep in the shade of the stars.
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