Shattered by the carnage of the First World War, Edward Shillito found comfort in the fact that Jesus was able to show his disciples the scares of his crucifixion. It inspired him to write his poem, â€œJesus of the Scars.â€
Thine eyes burn through the dark, our only stars;
We must have sight of thorn-marks 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 know thy grace.
If, when the doors are shut, thou drawest near,
Only reveal those hands, that side of thine;
We know today whatÂ 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 Godâ€™s wounds can speak,
And not a god has wounds, but thou alone.