Peering through the mirror,
Where the truth is seldom vain,
Can’t help but notice scars from falls and years.
Amazed to see Your wisdom,
The paths that You ordain,
Your hand to draw my wayward paces near.
Amidst the storm and branches forced to bend,
I’ve come to know the voice that calms the wind,
And I have sought my refuge in the footprints on the sea,
And footprints are the emblems of Your love.
A stubborn lamb will wander,
On such unfamiliar ground,
And wrestle with the dangers on the way,
I have felt the panic,
As the shadows close around,
And helplessly await the light of day.
The rush of fear and cries of desperate woe,
So all alone and no place left to go.
The hands that hold my portion,
Are the hands that hung for me,
And nail prints are the emblems of Your love.
Chorus:
For I have seen the face of death,
And I have felt the lion’s breath,
And as You freed me from the jaws,
My body tore,
Wounds become reminders,
Of the death that laid in store,
And scars become,
The emblems of Your love.
Peering through the mirror,
Where the truth is seldom feigned,
Can’t help but notice scars of falls and years,
And the trace of tears so wholly stained,
On Your mercy seat above,
Tears are the emblems of Your love
Herb Williams 1999