Hast Thou 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 ascendent 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 encompassed 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?

Amy Carmichael