MY SAVIOR SUFFERED

MY SAVIOR SUFFERED

What a wonderful Savior!
Jesus suffered much for me.
He grew up like a tender shoot,
Kind and loving to all.
But He was despised and rejected by men.
Familiar with suffering from His earliest days,
He bore my sorrows, my broken ways.

Yes, He was stricken by God His Father.
But He was pierced because of my sin.
My iniquities crushed His tender heart.
He saw my pride and rebellion.
Yet His punishment brought me peace.
Like a foolish sheep I had gone astray.
I preferred to live my own way.

Not once did my Savior defend Himself.
He went to the cross silent like a lamb.
Evil courts of “justice” took Him away.
Liars filled with hatred took over that day.
He had no family to defend Him.
He died with the wicked on a cruel cross,
Yet was buried by a rich man at his own cost.

Jesus poured out His life to pay for our sin
and will justify all who put their trust in Him.

© Rosemary Watson

(Read Isaiah 53 to see how exact words were
taken from the Scriptures in this poem.)