| Sit here with me
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| And tell me Your story
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| Even if it breaks my heart
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| Let me see Your scars
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| Shame will whisper
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| Oh but we can’t listen
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| 'Cause these are the stories
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| That make us who we are
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| And I love who You are and Your
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| Beautiful scars, Your beautiful scars
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| Reminders of the wounded love
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| That had carried us this far
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| Beautiful scars
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| Turning the marks of our pain
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| Into beautiful scars
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| For us, bruised and broken
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| For us, He was forsaken
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| Our wounded Healer
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| Suffered to set us free
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| See in His hands and His feet
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| Beautiful scars, beautiful scars
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| Reminders of the wounded love
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| That had carried us this far
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| Beautiful scars
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| Turning the marks of our pain
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| Into beautiful scars
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| See in His hands and His feet
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| Beautiful scars, beautiful scars
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| Reminders of the Savior’s love
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| That had carried us this far
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| Beautiful scars
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| Turning the marks of our pain
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| Into beautiful scars
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| Oh, how I love Your beautiful scars
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| So beautiful, so beautiful
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| Beautiful scars |