My Scars.

Can you see my scars?

When I speak can you feel them?

They are all I talk about.

Scars from Peru.

Scars from what I have seen.

Scars from what I have smelled.

Scars from the many orphans I have hugged.

Scars that will never leave my mind.

Scars that I will never be able to run from.

These scars cry out for help.

These scars grow deeper with every passing day.

These scars can be looked at as good and bad.

Bad when trying to live the same American lifestyle.

Good when wanting to change the world.

And though I may feel like I have these scars; I have never truly felt the pain that comes from them.



These scars are made beautiful with Jesus.

Scars that I want to live in.