No Scar

Hast thou no scar?

No hidden scar on foot, 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 beast 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 no wound or scar?

 -  Amy Carmichael