Saturday, December 11, 2010


by Amy Carmichael

"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 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 has nor wound nor scar?"


I have a dear friend in mind who lost a little
baby at the early stages, and the scar that it
leaves on the heart...

I have a dear pastor friend in mind who is hurting from
beloved members who are rejecting and turning against
him after decades of friendship, and the wound that
it inflicts....

But can he have followed far
Who has nor wound nor scar?

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