Isaiah 53

 

He grew up

like a tender shoot,

Quietly

And steadily, too

like a root

out of a dry ground.

No beauty

 
No crowd was around

There was naught

a sign of

Majesty

There was naught

That we should desire Him


His ministry-

 He was despised

and rejected by man

So familiar was

Suffering and pain

He was despised

People hid from Him

Yes, He was held

Of low esteem

Too, He took

Up all of our pain

And He bore

Our suffering weighed

In return

We weighed Him

As punished by God

Afflicted

And stricken, then

 He was pierced

For our transgressions,

he was crushed

for man's iniquities;

This, that peace

And healing would come

Upon us

The atonement done

We like sheep,

All have gone astray,

each has turned

Thanklessly away;

Afflicted

He was oppressed

Naught He said

He was led

Like a lamb

To be slaughtered

Like a sheep

Sheered, He stood silent

Afflicted

And stricken, then

He was pierced

For our transgressions,

he was crushed

for man's iniquities;

This, that peace

And healing does come

Upon us

The atonement won!