Each scar I wear, each wound that heals,
each time I weep, each hurt I feel,
cannot deter the gift I share
to bring you hope, to show I care.
It is the pain that I went thru
that makes me feel so close to you.
For had I not walked in your shoes
I could not feel the way I do.
Was it worth it in the end?
Would I do it all again?
Step by step I 'd walk once more
to guide you soul to Heaven's door.
So next time when you feel alone,
when hurtful words at you are thrown,
remember that the King of Kings
stands by your side with golden rings.
And never will I leave your side.
Within your heart I will abide.
Bringing you hope to take pain's place,
calming your heart with all my grace.
Tom Krause
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