Isaiah 53 Poem by Nicholas Hayes
Out of the mouth of the driest land; came forth this fertile tree Nothing magnetic about it’s hand; rejected and shamed for thee Fraught and close with suffering; clinched in the grasp of pain Living a life collecting sorrow; removing it from my name Cursed he is to take the yoke of all this on his deck How red the mark that bleeds beneath the contour of his neck The pressing of the beating and the puncture of the dart Were displayed for all to…
Isaiah 53: 5-6 (NIV)
But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities;
the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed.We all, like sheep, have gone astray, each of us has turned to our own way and the Lord has laid on him the iniquity of us all.
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