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