Eric's Beijing Diary

Hast thou no scars, no hidden scar on foot or side or hand?
I hear thee sung as mighty in the land,
I hear them hail thee, bright, ascendant star.
Hast thou no scar?
No wound, no scar, yet as the Master shall the servant be,
And pierced are the feet that follow thee,
But thine are whole.
Can he have followed far who has no wound nor scar?

Amy Carmichael