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Scar, Scars
No Scar?
Hast thou no scar?
No hidden scar on foot, or side, or hand?
I hear thee sung as mighty in the land,
I hear them hail thy bright ascendant star,
Hast thou no scar?
Hast thou no wound?
Yet I was wounded by the archers, spent,
Leaned Me against a tree to die; and rent
By ravening wolves that compassed me, I swooned:
Hast thou no wound?
No wound? no scar?
Yet, as the Master shall the servant be,
And pierced are the feet that follow Me;
But thine are whole: can he have followed far
Who hath no wound nor scar?
- Amy Carmichael
From Toward Jerusalem by Amy Carmichael. Used by permission of the publishers, Society for Promotion of Christian Knowledge, London.
Resource
- The Disciplines of Life, by V. Raymond Edman (Minneapolis: World Wide Publ., 1948), p. 90.
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