With His Stripes We Are Healed.

His visage and his form was
so marred more than any man.

He hath no form nor comeliness;
and when we shall see him,
there is no beauty
that we should desire him.

To whom are the secrets of the Lord revealed.?

The kings kept thier mouth shut
as Jesus was beaten and killed.

He is despised and rejected of men;
a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief:
and we hid as it were our faces from him;
he was despised, and we esteemed him not.

Surely he hath borne our griefs,
and carried our sorrows:
yet we did esteem him stricken,
smitten of God, and afflicted.

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.

(leaning on Isiah 53, the book in Old Testament of the Holy Bibel)
(Graphic: WALKING WITH GOD - Through The Fire | Heaven Awaits
Heaven Awaits -
WALKING WITH GOD - Through The Fire)

by Genova Maaa my mother

Comments (2)

In this world, the one with the most love is the one most feared and hated by the masses yet not by those with ears that hear and eyes that see. Very nice poem indeed.
The dark and bleak event commemorating a day of suffering and death for Jesus is exquisitely penned and depicted in this poem. His form was the most excruciating of any human being who has ever lived, after He was so beaten and tortured. His agony as He hung on the cross was agonising for His mother Mary, as she stood there silently sobbing. Dearest Tonyyyyy you remind us so poetically that Jesus suffered and died willingly by crucifixion for our sins and the visual detail brings home to your reader just how great that agony was. Those who could have saved Jesus life, stayed silent! What shame they must have felt at doing so! Jesus endured the cross on Good Friday, knowing it led to his resurrection, our salvation, and the beginning of God’s reign of righteousness and peace. Tomorrow (Good Friday) is the saddest day of the year in religious circles and this poem imparts to the reader all of the harrowing reasons for that. Dearest Tonyyyyy, reading your poem so vivid, detailed and evocative was just like standing beneath the cross in the company of Mary and John and experiencing the distressing events in reality. The power of your pen is indeed mighty and its ink is your most beautiful love for Jesus. You have chosen an outstanding graphic to complement your words and I love your quote from Isiah, it helps to complete your beautiful poem and meritorious tribute to Jesus. A privilege to read, I thank you for sharing it with me today. Kudos on this sterling inking, well deserved! Gratitude with Blessings...