The whipping You suffered so my wounds are whole
You took all my pain on Yourself
The bruises You bore helped to buy back my soul, Oh
My sin separated You from…
Our God of love
My God, my God forsaken for us
My God
The mocking, the scorning, despising You Lord
Temptation to doubt who you were
The shame that You carried now carries us all, Oh
You took it and proved who You are…
And by His stripes we are healed
What’s due to us has been nailed to the cross
And by His stripes we are healed
We know who we are now accepted by God…
Our God of love
My God, my God of mercy and love
My God
(c) Sharon Jane, 2017 (Isaiah 53)
sharon@livingstream.net