Battle Scars ~ Krista Bradley 


Unstick these stubborn feet, 

Cast in stones of faithless fear. 

Reserve my trembling for awe and hope. 


Break free, oh heart that cowers so.

Remember Whose you are

Embrace the pain - it's not in vain...

He'll use these battle scars. 

Whoa -- Whoa


Fear not the days of evil,

Though parched and weary so. 

Did not our Savior conquer all,

While in the valleys throes?

Our Savior, our Brother, our Ruler, our Friend

He walked these streets so badly beat...

Yet faithful to the end. 


Break free, oh heart that cowers so.

Remember Whose you are

Embrace the pain - it's not in vain...

He'll use these battle scars. 

Whoa -- Whoa


Holy Spirit, mold my heart to pump

With weathered warriors blood.

A soldier not of the sword but,

Of faith, of hope, of love.


The kind of faith that knows Your word

And lives a life like it is true.

The kind of hope that sees the good 

In all that sin has made askew.

The kind of love that speaks and warns and

Offers a helping hand. 

The kind of deeds that point to You,

Our one true hope - the Great I Am!


Break free, oh heart that cowers so.

Remember Whose you are

Embrace the pain - it's not in vain...

He'll use these battle scars. 

Break free, oh heart that cowers so.

Remember Whose you are

Embrace the pain - it's not in vain...


He'll use your battle scars. //

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