to GOD be the GLORY
~ Wounded ~
By Deborah Ann
Insulted 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 severely beaten on.
Wounded for my sins,
whipped and cruelly lashed
for my transgressions
Jesus was brutally slashed.
Pierced and stabbed,
left hanging on the cross
because of me, Jesus became
no better than a pile of dross.
My punishment He took,
my peace, He finally sealed
tis why by His stripes today . . .
my soul to God is healed!
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“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
