Who will love her, hold her?
Who will keep her, guard her?
Who will take her scarred arms?
Make her great art?
She cries in her room
Her friends are all gone
Her so called true love
Was lying all along
She doesn't know how else
To relieve all the pain
She reaches for the knife
To get rid of the pain
Who will love her, hold her?
Who will keep her, guard her?
Who will take her scarred arms?
Make her great art?
The old scars are new
Her arms become marked
She hides behind sleeves
She wants a new start
She screams out for help
She needs a Healer
She cries out for Him
Her Jesus her Savior
And He will love her, hold her
He will keep her, guard her
He will take her scarred arms
Make her His art
He will love you, hold you
He will keep you, guard you
He will take your scarred arms
Make you His art
