I want to see your scars
in heaven.
The ones you earned
for me.
I want to feel
their indentations.
The ones carved out
so brutally.
By whip. By nail.
By spear and thorn.
Trophies gladly worn.
Because you love me.
I want to see them.
I want to feel them.
I want to kneel in adoration.
Raise my arms in jubilation!
Rejoice with every gathered nation,
as we shout your Name in praise!
For every scar.