Sunday, March 31, 2013

JESUS OF THE SCARS


A poem by Edward Shillito (1872-1948) 

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.
Our wounds are hurting us; 
where is the balm?
Lord Jesus, by Thy Scars, 
we claim Thy grace.
If, when the doors are shut, 
Thou drawest near,
Only reveal those hands,
that side of Thine;
We know to-day what wounds are, 
have no fear,
Show us Thy Scars, 
we know the countersign.
The other gods were strong; 
but Thou wast weak;
They rode, 
but Thou didst stumble to a throne;
But to our wounds 
only God’s wounds can speak,
And not a god has wounds, 
but Thou alone.


H A P P Y   E A S T E R!!!!!

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