It's almost time for Wednesday night service so for a quick post I want to share with you one of Amy Carmichael's most convicting poems to me. Let me know what you think.
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?
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4 comments:
why can't I write poems like that?????
I have to ask, "What have I suffered because of following HIM? Wounds and scars, have I any? Have I followed Him or just said I did and then stayed on the safe road or come to assume that want I desired was His will for my life???
"Anyone who intends to come with me has to let me lead. You're not in the driver's seat; I am. Don't run from suffering; embrace it. Follow me and I'll show you how. Self-help is no help at all. Self-sacrifice is the way, my way, to finding yourself, your true self." - Matthew 16:24-25 (Message)
liferhymes, I've tried. I can't either. What I feel in my soul just doesn't seem to come out on paper but I'll keep trying.
Thanks Marge. It gives us reason to think and evaluate, doesn't it.
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