Whatever story of their cruelty,
Or nail, or thorn, or spear have writ in Thee,
Are in another sense
Still legible ;
Sweet is the difference :
Once I did spell
Every red letter
A wound of Thine ;
Now, what is better,
Balsam for mine.
Richard Crashaw
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-still-surviving-marks-of-our-saviour-s/
