Mother Mary cried as she held heaven her arms   For the shadow of the scar she saw was clear   As her own bewildered baby lay weeping for the world   Whose frightened tears would free us all from fear      The marks of death that God chose never to erase   The wounds of loves eternal war   When the kingdom comes with its perfected sons   He will be known by the scars      For a time He sought to tell the world He was the Way   That God the father had a human heart   With His own holy hands He sought   To touch and heal their scars   But they chose to tear those gentle hands apart      What was there to wipe away the tears   Firm the holy eyes of God   As He looked upon His one and only Son   Who'd never sin, no nigh, yet was crucified      The marks of death that God chose never to erase   The wounds of loves eternal war   When the kingdom comes with its perfected sons   He will be known by the scars      And after they had slain Him and laid Him in the grave   And the ones He loved had fled into the dark   Then His love and power raised Him   God won the victory   But they only recognized Him by the scars      The marks of death that God chose never to erase   The wounds of loves eternal war   When the kingdom comes with its perfected sons   He will be known by the scars