Jesus Of The Scars…a poem for good Friday

I submit for your profit this poem and these songs, for edification and meditation on this Good Friday. Let us remember in this day of ever deepening darkness,that Jesus died for the sins of all men, even those who are currently pushing abominations such as “gay marriage” upon us all. He prayed for them as He suffered and died, “Father forgive them, they know not what they are doing…”- Happy Resurrection weekend everybody-He is risen! Pas Bill

“Jesus of the Scars” 

by Edward Shillito a World War 1 Veteran and Free church Minister (1876-1948)

If we have never sought you, 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 then draw near,

Only reveal those bloodied feet and hands .

We know today what wounds are, have no fear;

Show us your scars, we know the countersign

The other gods were strong; but you were weak;

They rode, but Jesus stumbled to a throne;

But to our wounds only God’s wounds can speak,

And not a god has wounds, but You alone

He was Despised   by Handel

Didn’t He?   by Randy Matthews

O Sacred Head Now Wounded

Ave Verum Corpus

Most of All   Glenn Kaiser