Sacred Scars
There’s a fellowship of suffering and a living sacrifice A once forever offering, pain that paid a perfect price His sacred scars still testify To the Way that we are justified They still witness to the wounding of the consecrated lamb And though he died he stood up so now on His blood we stand. Jesus bears the wounds inflicted by this world and by our ways And they witness to the finished work accomplished the third day Marks of men from which Jesus died, Borne on head, hands, feet, and his side Now the fellowship of suff’ring bears a sign that sanctifies For our righteous, wounded healer shall forever testify. Jesus was forsaken so we are forgiven His life was taken and so now we are living We’re mourning for the murder of the Morningstar. And we see a sign and seal in the sacred scars So flee to the consecrated cross and flee from your precious pride Flee to the cross where sin and shame and the bread of heaven died By His stripes we are truly healed By His blood the judgment’s sea...