Jesus of the Scars (by Edward Shillito) ^(试发表)

Jesus of the Scars by Edward Shillito 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 to-day 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. 累累伤痕的耶稣 如若我等从未见证，我等现在将您寻觅； 您的眼睛烧穿那黑暗，我们惟一的星辰； 我等必须得见，你的额上刺着荆棘， 我等必须得着您，噢耶稣你累累伤痕。 诸天令我等恐惧，它们是如此静谧； 环顾全宇我等无处相安。 我们的伤口加痛于我们；药膏在哪里？ 主耶稣，凭你的伤痕，我等得证您的恩典。 若是，无数门紧闭，您却亲近， 只需露出那双手，和你的侧肋； 我们今日便知伤口何为，不再担惊， 我等认得您的签记，你显出的伤痕累累。 其余神灵皆是健硕；但你只是虚弱； 他们乘骏骑，但你向着宝座跌撞前去； 唯独上帝的伤口，能对我们的伤口言说， 也没有一个神灵伤口重重，唯独有你。 作者：施礼透