Hast Thou No Scar?

Pondering this powerful poetry by Amy Carmichael, pioneer Methodist missionary to India in the 19th and early 20th centuries.

Hast Thou No Scar?

Hast thou no scars?

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?

Yes, I was wounded by the archers, spent.

Leaned me against the tree to die, and rent

By ravening beast that compassed me, I swooned:

Hast thou no wound?

No wound? No scar?

Yes, as the master shall the servant be,

And pierced are the feet the follow Me:

But thine are whole. Can he have followed far

Who has no wound? No scar?

Amy Carmichael