Illustration: Willing to Suffer for Christ
Poem; "Toward
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 pierced are the feet that follow Me;
But thine are whole: can he have followed far Who has nor wound nor scar?
("Amy Carmichael, For The Children of
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