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No Scar?

June 12th, 2019

No Scar?
A Poem by Amy Carmichael

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 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 pierc├Ęd are the feet that follow Me.
But thine are whole; can he have followed far
Who hast no wound or scar?

Amy Carmichael (1867-1951) was a British Christian missionary to India, working primarily with young girls who were often forced into prostitution. She served for over 50 years in India without ever returning home to Britain. She was a gifted poet and “No Scar?” is perhaps her best known work.


A Gentler Cross?

March 12th, 2013

A Gentler Cross?

Is there no gentler cross for me,

Upon which I should die,

Whose planks are planed and sanded down,

And stained to match my eyes?

Is there no gentler slope for me,

Upward which I may trod,

Whose path lies uniformly paved,

Where shade trees line the road?

Is there no lighter beam for me,

To carry toward that hill?

Must duty obligate me down?

Must mission bind my will?

Is there no softer spear for me,

To thrust into my side?

I would that just a scratch sufficed

That cut not hair nor hide.

Are there no smaller nails for me,

To pierce my hands and feet?

Or kinder crown or calmer crowd

Where parting would be sweet?

Help me escape self pity’s own

Exasperated cry.

Hold me fast in Your love’s grip

That I may learn to die.

And in my self-help’s emptied cry

That feels its strength all gone,

I learn to lean upon You, Lord,

And in Your grace be strong.

The task for which You call us forth

Requires the strength You give.

You lead us out beyond ourselves

So we may learn to live.

And in our own frustrating days

During our own hard hour,

Dying to self we learn to live

In resurrection power.

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