the cup fell from my grasp
and crashed upon the white floor
falling it burned my arms
but it didn't burn my soul

looking down my red arms
these angry burns scar me
but if only they would hurt
but if only He could see

if He could see past the physical pain
and see what He did to me,
even hot water doesn't burn
the way He looks at me

so what if my arms at numb
so what if they are hurt
all I got to see is Him
showing what His love is worth