I left eternity wrapping Myself in time, to die. To die, the most horrible death known to man, for You. For you, I endured humiliation, disrespect and shame. I separated Myself from the Father and was bruised by HIM.
It was deliberately done, calculated and precisely measured. The time, the place, the season, the persecutors were are all specific and done on purpose. All done to save you, protect you and to redeem you.
I was despised by MY own, I was rejected by MY culture and I was condemned by MY bloodline. I held the sorrows and griefs of men on my head with the crown of thorns, smitten by both God and man. I bore your infirmities in MY bosom.
For your transgressions, I was wounded and for your iniquities I was pulverized. Though oppressed and afflicted, I did not open MY mouth. As a sheep taken to slaughter, I have bore every chastisement and loved you, so much, to wash your sin away.
Isaiah 53:10-11
But it was the LORD’s good plan to crush him and cause him grief. Yet when his life is made an offering for sin, he will have many descendants. He will enjoy a long life, and the LORD’s good plan will prosper in his hands. When he sees all that is accomplished by his anguish, he will be satisfied. And because of his experience, my righteous servant will make it possible for many to be counted righteous, for he will bear all their sins.
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