Jesus of the scars are poised by Edward Shilato. If we have never sought, we seek you now. Your eyes burn through the dark, our only stars. We must have sight of thornpricks 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 claim your grace? If when the doors are shut, you draw near. Only reveal those hands that side of yours. We know today what wounds are. Have no fear. Show us your scars. We know the counter sign. 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 can speak. And not a God has wounds, but you alone.