If we could only see the scars and bleeding wounds
Made by flesh's cruel darts upon the unprotected heart;
Of those lost souls with whom we cannot cope,
We would grab a healing balm, and cast away the dart.

If we could only see the misery and the heartache
Hidden deep within, so that they can never share;
We would quickly find an altar of repentance,
And with Spirit-born compassion, hold them up in prayer.