Battle Scars and Hallelujahs

Got these scars on my soul

Cross on my back

Yeah, we still go

Knuckles split, dry blood on my hoodie

Bible in my bag, page torn where He took me

Night terrors, I was boxed in the dark

Wrote verses on my wrist just to cover the marks

Mama prayed while I raged in the kitchen

Glass on the floor, heart locked in a prison

Thought I was done, thought shame was my crown

Then grace hit hard and it knocked me down

I hear chains on the concrete

I hear lies in my head

But Your name cuts through the noise

Like a war cry in red

These battle scars

They’re shouting “God is faithful”

Every wound on my heart

You turned it into praise

Yeah, I wear my pain

Like proof that You are able

All my broken parts

Sing hallelujah through the flames

These battle scars

These battle scars

Boot prints deep in the mud I came from

Friends in the ground, I still carry where they’re from

Devil in my ear saying “You’re just like them”

But the tomb’s wide open, You rolled that stone then

I still limp but I walk with a purpose

Got smoke in my lungs from the bridges I burned up

Yet You breathe life where I buried my hope

Tattooed grace where I carved in “nope”

If I bleed

Let it bleed redemption

If I scream

Let it shake this tension

I’m not my guilt, I’m not my past

Nailed to the cross, it died at last

Hands up high in the middle of the war

Scars on my skin, but I’m yours, I’m yours

Every line, every line on my skin

Is a place, is a place You’ve been

From the pit to the altar call

You were there when I lost it all