War Wounded

War Wounded

Across our planet earth there bleed the wounds of war, with livelihoods destroyed and cherished homes no  more; the people flee, abused and scarred and travelling far, poor refugees.   Across our planet earth the wounds of war go deep with generations taught...
Jesus of the Scars

Jesus of the Scars

If we have never sought, we seek Thee now; Thine eyes burn through the dark, our only stars; We must have sight of thorn-pricks on Thy brow, We must have Thee, O Jesus of the Scars.   The heavens frighten us; they are too calm; In all the universe we have no place....
No scar? No wound?

No scar? No wound?

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...