"Hast thou no scar, no hidden scar, on foot or side or hand?
I hear these sung as mighty in the land.
I hear them hail thy bright ascendant star.
Has thou no scar? Has thou no wound?
Yet I was wounded by the archers. Spent.
Leaned me against a tree to die and rent by ravening beasts that compassed me.
I swooned. Has thou no wound? No scar?
As the Master, must the servant be.
And pierced are the feet that follow me. But thine are whole.
Can He have followed this far who has no wound nor scar?"
- Amy Carmichael
Thursday, January 05, 2006
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