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 your 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?
Amy Carmichael (1867 – 1951), Toward Jerusalem.
Born in Northern Ireland and converted in her teens, her heart was touched by the needs of young temple 'prostitutes' in Tinnevelly, South India. She founded the Dohnavur Fellowship which rescued almost nine hundred vulnerable boys and girls. Amy Carmichael wrote, 'Often when there is trouble in the house or any kind of need, the lover says to his Beloved, "Lord, I am not worthy that thou shouldest come under my roof: but speak the word only, and Thy servant shall be healed." But the Healer does not speak to us from a distance, He comes under our roof....'
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