scripture for sufferers



Dear one – yes you with the pain hidden in your eyes
And the shoulders slumped with the weight of it all
Did you know? 
Surely He has borne our griefs
And carried our sorrows;
I know you ask, what does that even mean?
It weighs a hundred pounds
Yes, but He’s carried millions
Yet we esteemed Him stricken,
Smitten by God, and afflicted.
We belittle; mock Him as He hangs naked and suffocating
We shudder; pronounce Him disgusting
Not seeing – that is us
But He was wounded for our transgressions,
He was bruised for our iniquities;
The bruises, the lashes, the hellfire, they were yours
Come, weary one, lay your wounds in His lap
He holds you in His infinite battle-scarred hands
The chastisement for our peace was upon Him,
Yes, peace – in this broken world it is possible
Past this broken world it is sure, complete
And by His stripes
Ah!  The blood spurts, washes over
“See how I love you.”
We are healed.

Isaiah 53:4-5
 

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