A beautiful beautiful song.
Mother Mary cried as she held heaven her arms
For the shadow of the scars she saw was clear
As her own bewildered baby lay weeping for the world
Whose frightened tears would free us all from fear
The marks of death that God chose never to erase
The wounds of Love's eternal war
When the Kingdom comes with its perfected sons
He will be known by the scars
For a time He sought to tell the World He was the Way
That God the father had a human heart
With His own holy hands He sought to touch and heal their scars
But they chose to tear those gentle hands apart
What was there to wipe away the tears
From the holy eyes of God?
As He looked upon His one and only Son
Who'd never sinned, nor lied, yet was crucified
And after they had slain Him and laid Him in the grave
And the ones He loved had fled into the dark
Then His love and power raised Him, God won the victory
But they only recognized Him by the Scars
The marks of death that God chose never to erase
The wounds of Love's eternal war
When the Kingdom comes with its perfected sons
He will be known by the Scars