Scars

Oh Lord my God, I ponder
on matter of the past
I think of friends and foes alike
but scars appear at last.

I push them gently to the side
hoping I wont recall
those painful times in yesterdays
the hurtful times I fall.

They come to me so evil
threatening to break free
these scars of mine would open
and my sins the world would see.

But in this I must harbor
and put my doubts aside
Because my Lord and Savior
for me already died.

Poem #4