~ By His Stripes ~
Imagine the scene with crowds so wild,
shouting in anger, watching a man die.
Soldiers on guard, stony faces so brutal,
stabbing unfortunates, there they do lie.
The babble and cursing heard all around,
a man carrying a cross, dragging the
His bloodied, bent body, did stumble,
another took the cross, as he did crumble.
Helping another, whose life as Messiah,
healings, deliverances, the man was pious.
On the steep hill where it would begin,
stood 3 crosses the men had carried in.
Laughter, threats of all kinds, could be
where an innocent man would be roughly
On wooden crosses, the three men hung,
their hands nailed, hurting, high strung.
Afterwards, a thunder and lightning storm,
the veil torn, lives would be transformed.
Our Savior suffered, stripes on his back,
the beatings, the taunting, for mankind's
In believing in Him, confessing our sins,
we are healed of all, outward and within.
Let it not be said, He died in vain,
receive His gift, rejoice, remember His
Joan C. Nelson-Payne © 9/5/09
"But He was wounded for our
He was bruised for our iniquities:
the chastisement of our peace was upon Him
and with His stripes we are healed."
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