I used to look upon them with pride, for, in truth, many were honourably earned...but the further I get into this dying thing, the more I learn that having scars isn't the point.
For mine can never match His.
They say it with grandiloquence,
they're honoured marks, or stars,
but to me it makes no difference
for all they are is scars.
Some were gained in righteous fight,
and some came from being slow,
but they do not gainsay any right
a garland to bestow.
The only wounds that truly matter,
that should in reverence appear,
are that did innocence shatter
made by nails, thorns, whip and spear.
Pierced and stabbed, with thorny crown,
His scars remain to dismiss our own.
Here's Elvis, with The Old Rugge Cross.
Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.
Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.
Below are my recent releases on Kindle -please excuse their presence in the body of the blog. I haven't the energy to get them up as 'buttons' in the sidebar. You can click on the covers to go to the Amazon links.