She holds for dear life to the ends of the sleeves in her hands,
Covering up lies that she wrote with a razor sharp pen,
And the sting of the blade is no match for the pain of the loneliness she's going through,

But we've all been there too.

Praise God we don't have to hide scars

They just strengthen our wounds, and they soften our hearts.
They remind us of where we have been, but not who we are
So praise God, praise God we don't have to hide scars


You can still see the mark on his hand where there once was a ring
He watched decades of history dissolve when she wanted to leave

And the hole that it left there inside of his chest
Is a canyon a thousand miles deep
We all know how that feels.


Praise God we don't have to hide scars
They just strengthen our wounds, and soften our hearts.

They remind us of where we have been, but not who we are
So praise God, praise God we don't have to hide scars


There once was a King who so burdened with grief
Walked into death so that we could find peace
He rose up with scars on his hands and his feet

By them we are healed, by them we are healed.

So praise God we don't have to hide scars

Yeah we know his are covering ours
Praise God we don't have to hide scars
They just strengthen our wounds and they soften our hearts

They remind us of who we have been, but not who we are
So Praise God we don't have to hide scars.