A juvenile detention center
Where I was using all of the gifts He's given
Putting the truth all into the music then the
Show ended no gimmicks, I do remember
I swear that she was just 14
But probably seen more than your whole team
She approached me
Said she had struggled for a while
See the trouble when she smiled
Or tired to she said she felt God was there
When I was on that mic and gave the gospel clear
The song in particular
Was called back to the cross I guess God let it minister
And her friends interrupted the conversation
Like, "hurry show him." I noticed the condemnation
And that's when she pulled her sleeves up
And I was like Lord Jesus
Saying, "sometimes I sit and cut myself"
"I can't stop and I know that I can't trust myself"
And I cannot explain how my stomach felt
Looking at her wrist she wanted to be someone else
Scars fade His didn't
Scars fade His didn't
Scars fade His didn't
Don't cut your skin
Because He's risen
Scars fade His didn't
Scars fade His didn't
Scars fade His didn't
Don't cut your skin
Because He's risen
The scabs overlapped one another
Each cut had its own story to uncover
I wonder if that deep laceration
Was from the girls who called her a freak when she faced them
And tried to fit in but failed miserably
Another slash on the wrist from the memory
When the boy that she thought she loved
Looked at her with disgust and said, "you eat too much"
And her transparency took my breath away
And I can still see it like it was yesterday
I told her she was made by God's hands
And Christ brings life to this dry land
She responded she'd be gone in 8 weeks
And made me promise I'd come back before then
Well I guess talks cheap
Here we are 4 years later and I ain't ever been
And I wonder how she doing now
If any new scars made their way around
Or if she found out she can lay them down
And find relief in between two thieves and see the grace surround
Scars fade His didn't
Scars fade His didn't
Scars fade His didn't
Don't cut your skin
Because He's risen
Scars fade His didn't
Scars fade His didn't
Scars fade His didn't
Don't cut your skin
Because He's risen
And the scars on the external
Weren't as severe as the internal
And every word that went in journals
All the lies she was told really did turn to
An ulcer eating away
Any chance of hope, trust, or peace that would stay
And the scars on her wrist probably faded since then
But the scars from the nails still remain upon Him
Christ is risen from the dead alive for all
Christ is risen from the dead alive
Christ is risen from the dead
The dark will not be dark forever