Disrespected and ridiculed, poked and made fun of for me Jesus was affronted in the name of eternal love. Bruised for my rebellion, cursed and spit upon for my own wickedness Jesus was beaten on. Wounded for my sins, whipped and lashed for my transgressions Jesus was slashed. Pierced and stabbed, on the cross He hung because of me insults on Jesus were slung. My punishment He took, my peace, He sealed tis why by His stripes today I am healed!
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Isaiah 53:5
“But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.
King James Version by Public Domain
Copyright 2015 Deborah Ann Belka
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