Reflection

He was despised and rejected by men,
a man of sorrows, and familiar with suffering.
Like one from whom men hide their faces
he was despised, and we esteemed him not.

Surely he took up our infirmities
and carried our sorrows,
yet we considered him stricken by God,
smitten by him, and afflicted.

But he was pierced for our transgressions,
he was crushed for our iniquities;
the punishment that brought us peace was upon him,
and by his wounds we are healed. ~Isaiah 53

As I reflect back 100 years ago to the life and death of Christ, I think of this passage.
I think of the soldiers beating Jesus to death, and I look down and see the whip in my hands.

I hear the crowd mocking his holy name!
and yet my voice screams out right along with theirs.

I see the men hammering nails into his wrists,
and yet my hands drive the nail into his feet.

It brings tears to my eyes.
It tears at my soul!

Praise you God for your sacrifice
your grace
your compassion

For loving me when I deserve death.
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Jesus, Lord of Heaven,
I did not deserve
the grace that You have given
and the promise of Your word

Lord, I stand in wonder
of the sacrifice You made
with mercy beyond measure.
My debt You freely paid.

Your love is deeper than any ocean,
higher than the heavens,
reaches beyond the stars in the sky.

Jesus, your love has no bounds.

Jesus, your love has no bounds.