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Today... 'Man of Sorrows

Who has heard and believed the prophets word?
Who has ever seen the arm of the Lord?
You were stricken and smitten of Your God
both pierced and beaten by His awful rod.

For there You were crushed for our iniquities
and carried our sorrows and infirmities.
As by Your wounds each of us were made whole
when You suffered such wrath to save our soul.

No beauty or majesty to inspire
You'd an appearance no one would desire.
There in the dry ground You established root
and grew up before us like a tender shoot.

A man of sorrows acquainted with grief
and through Your oppression found no relief.
You were despised by men and rejected
Stricken and smitten of God and afflicted.

Surely You took up our infirmities
and You were crushed for our iniquities.
As there You were pierced for our transgression
and bore out affliction and aggression.

For all of us like sheep had gone astray
each one of us had turned to our own way.
But You, Lord, Who had done no violence,
bearing all our shame in complete silence.

As a sheep before its shearers is dumb
You kept silent and to death did succumb.
By oppression and judgement taken away
Cut off from the land of the living that day

But You will see of the travail of Your soul
see the multitudes that You have made whole.
For there You had poured out Your life in death
Saving your people in Your final breath.

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poem by Roy Allen
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