“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 against a tree to die, and rent
by ravening beasts 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 hast no wound nor scar?
AMY CARMICHAEL