If we 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 God's wounds alone can speak, And not a god has wounds, but thou alone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOT SIX DIFFERENCES by MARVIN BELL ARMOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LOST ILLUSIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |