"He was despised and rejected by men;
a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief;
and as one from whom men hide their faces
he was despised, and we esteemed him not.
Surely he has borne our grief
and carried our sorrows;
yet we esteemed him stricken,
smitten by God, and afflicted.
But he was pierced for our transgressions;
he was crushed for our iniquities;
upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace,
and with his wounds we are healed.
All we like sheep have gone astray;
we have turned—every one—to his own way;
and the Lord has laid on him
the iniquity of us all."
Isaiah 53:3-6
a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief;
and as one from whom men hide their faces
he was despised, and we esteemed him not.
Surely he has borne our grief
and carried our sorrows;
yet we esteemed him stricken,
smitten by God, and afflicted.
But he was pierced for our transgressions;
he was crushed for our iniquities;
upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace,
and with his wounds we are healed.
All we like sheep have gone astray;
we have turned—every one—to his own way;
and the Lord has laid on him
the iniquity of us all."
Isaiah 53:3-6
The Passion of Christ
Becki J. Buescher
guitar by David Halvorson and Tim Painter
guitar by David Halvorson and Tim Painter
Thirty-three
years finds me here, a life worth thirty silver morsels of remorse.
“Crucify him” rang from their lips and their hardened hearts.
“Crucify him” rang from their lips and their hardened hearts.
Echoing
in my ears, from those who paved my steps just days before
No
sparing of my skin or the pain that I am in, their words slice through my
soul
· God give me strength, mask this pain,
physical shame, how could they curse Your name?
The
thorns pierce to a depth I’ve never known before
Thrown upon a cross, fulfilling this vulgar atrocity
Thrown upon a cross, fulfilling this vulgar atrocity
These
nails will never pierce my love for you,
I will endure all torture you put
me through - just to save you.
Forgive them Father for they
know not what they do.
Their blinded eyes cannot see that this is the only way
My
heart fails to comprehend all the weight that it now bears, my body is
failing fast.
Shallow
breaths now strain from my chest; my arms have no more strength
I’m crying out inside for my
Father to never leave my side.
I fear the looming torment drawing near
Within a moment weight of all
mankind fall upon my heart.
Please Father don’t leave me!
Please Father don’t leave me!
How could they hate me? Why does
this have to be?
My God, oh God why have You forsaken me?
My God, oh God why have You forsaken me?
Has my Father felt the sorrow my
soul suffers inside, How could he turn His back on me?
He
suffers as I, He has to watch His beloved die
Tears
could never wash away the pain felt on this day, will you remember me?
The
beauty of my life is yet to come, will you follow me?
With
every ounce within my soul I commit my spirit to thee, It is Finished.
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