[from Toward Jerusalem by Amy Carmichael]
Hast thou no scar? No hidden scar on foot, or side or hand? I hear thee sung as might 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 nor scar?