I am a wounded soldier in the Army of the Lord,
I've tasted many battles, and the pain of satans sword.
I've felt the sting of arrows sent from every formal foe,
for the enemy is strong and fierce and searches hi and lo....

He searches for the soldier who has given all he has,
To the cause of one who shed HIS blood, his fate has now been cast...
for the soldier who's been wounded is a treasure hidden well,
for wisdom hides - deep within - the wounded soldiers hell.

I am a wounded soldier, and I know my wounds run deep,
I've felt the Balm of Gilead, so precious and so sweet.
I've layed my life before the Lord as any soldier should,
for in my human, feeble state, HE healed me as I stood.

HE healed me of my many wounds, the pain of which I bore,
but scars remain upon my soul - submitted to the Lord.
A scar is not a burden, but a blessing to recieve...
for wisdom will be reaped by all based on how we perceive.

We all are wounded soldiers in the Army of the Lord,
we all have had to bare the wounds of satans open doors...
we all have struggled with the scars that mark our lives so strong,
for we ALL are wounded soldiers, and we struggle to belong....

So, when you meet a wounded child of Heavens Army sure,
Their scars will bring a blessing - of wisdom very pure.
for a scar implies a sacrifice that bares eternal cost,
recall the scars our Saviour bore redeeming all the lost.

by Jenn © 3/25/99