Been busy this week trying to get caught up after all the time I lost last week while at the conference. Along the way though, I came across this poem by Edward Shillito (1872-1948) in this month’s Christianity Today.
Jesus of the ScarsIf 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 today 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.
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love this.
The last 4 sentences says it all! Such a powerful poem.
I know right? My FAVORITE part too!
Ditto the last four lines!
What ever we are going through, Jesus is right beside us and knows our pain as His. Thankyou Jesus! I love you!