Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Holy Tuesday
Jesus of the Scars

Jesus of the Scars
If 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.

by Edward Shillito (1872-1948)

Photo © 2007 Herman Brinkman


  1. I read that last stanza not too long ago in a book.... have you quoted this before?

  2. Oh, I just realized it was on my blog last year.

  3. You got me worried there a bit ... but heck, I am a blur cat anyway. But you? :) :)

  4. Total blur cat! Nice to meet you :)

  5. I mean that I am a total blur cat too. See?

  6. Nice to meet you too :) meow?