Stripes
Before our Savior
hung on that tree
where He gave His life
for you and me
He was bound to another
tall trunk of wood
stripped bare and naked
He meekly stood
It was Pilates order
that brought Him there
to appease the elders
for whom he had no care
The crowd gathered round
Mary was in their midst
wanting only her son
His dear face to kiss
It was whips of leather
tied with lead and bone
that was used by the soldiers
of the Empire of Rome
With the crack of the whip
Mary fell to her knees
as His cries rang out
her anguish all could see
With each swing of the whip
His blood fell like rain
but with the promise of healing
from sickness and pain
With each stripe they gave
His precious blood was spilled
and the prophet Isaiah’s
words were fulfilled
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.
mkt
2016
Copyright © Michael Thompson | Year Posted 2016
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