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 byt 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 think are whole: can he have followed far
Who has not wound or scar?
-Amy Charmichael
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