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,
has thou no scar?

has 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 Mater 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