You hurt me in places only God could restore.
In wounds too deep for apologies,
in spaces where words could never reach.
You took from me pieces I thought I could never get back,
and left me with scars I didn’t ask for.

But what you broke, my God is mending.
What you stole, He is restoring.
What you meant for harm, He is turning into strength.
Because no matter how deep the cut,
God’s healing always runs deeper.