Jesus of the Scars


If we have never sought, we seek you now
Your eyes burn through the dark, our only stars
We must have sight of thorn marks on your brow
We must have you, 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 your scars we know your grace.


If, when the doors are shut, you drawest near
Only reveal those hands, that side of Thine
We know today what wounds are, have no fear
Show us the scars, we know your countersign


The other gods were strong but you were weak
They rode but you did stumble to a throne
But to our wounds only God’s wounds speak
And naught a God has wounds, but you alone.


                         (Edward Shillito after the First World War)


From the church bulletin of Good Friday, 18th April 2014