He gave me my freedom
By His grace
and then they beat Him.
(700) years before His birth
was His story
told upon the Earth
The greatest among my friends
this man
that paid for all my sins
He bore more than any of us can
unrecognizable
even as a man
The gift of life, free to be received
yet so few
upon Him believed
From dry ground He rose a tender shoot
This greatest branch
of Jesse’s root
Even though the world should admire Him
with no beauty
none did desire Him
Despised and rejected
scorned
and disrespected
Without blemish, from us did He borrow
of our grief
and of our sorrow
Though it was we, that were convicted
it was He
smitten and afflicted
Chastised, wounded and bruised
for us
brutally used
His love could He not conceal
by His stripes
we are healed
Like sheep have we all gone astray
every one
to his own way
We all owe a debt of sin
a debt
collected from Him
brought as a lamb to the slaughter
not one protest
did He offer
Taken from His cell
to take our place
in Hell
Where do we look upon His seed?
Are His generations
declared indeed?
When we make Him payment for our sin
we become
His offspring then
With the wicked and the rich He made His grave
that He came not to judge
but to save
From His mouth, never was there heard
any curse
nor evil word
Yet it pleased The Lord to bruise Him
for this purpose
did He use Him
He put Him to grief
for murderer
and thief
Choose you now His perfect way
only then
prolong your days
Of The Son, The Father offers
and by His hand
shall you prosper
On his own comes salvation not to any
by His soul
to many
He divides His spoil with the strong
though His possession
all along
He takes His place among the great
humbly submits
to this His fate
He was numbered unclean with all the rest
This Jesus
the best
He bore the sin of many
and turned away
not any
Intercedes to The Father, He does
for each
and all of us
His friends dearly does He cherish
not willing
that any should perish
None greater than this servant of man
that holds
the world in His hand
