By His Stripes

One night as I lay sleeping

I drifted far away,

To another time, another place

An entirely different day.

I looked up at this Jesus

As He hung upon the cross,

As to why all this was happening

I was surely at a loss.

What was God’s divine purpose,

For His suffering and His pain,

I questioned those around me

But no one could explain.

He had clearly done no wrong

Yet still He stood accused,

His body had been beaten

He was wounded, He was bruised.

As I looked up at the cross

A tear flowed from His eye,

He looked at me so lovingly

That I too began to cry.

“Do not weep for me dear child”

I heard my saviour say,

“This is not a time for sadness,

The hosts of heaven rejoice this day”.

“Because my father loves you so,

I give my life for you,

You really are so special

And my love for you so true"

"For your sin and your transgressions

The blood flows out from me,

Mine is the precious blood of life,

By which you are set free".

"When I rise from the tomb

My fathers plan for you is sealed,

For then you truly know,

That by my stripes, you are now healed".

"Yes by my stripes you are now healed,

Your healing is my grace revealed.

Your sin and your transgressions

Die with me upon the cross

No more the need to suffer death,

Nor pain, nor grief, nor loss".

"Accept my sacrifice dear one

And to my spirit yield

Then you will surely know my child,

By my stripes, you are healed".

I fell at the feet of my saviour,

His words burned deep within,

He allowed himself to suffer,

To cleanse me from my sin.

The king of glory, had been broken

That I could be made whole,

He had paid this dreadful price,

To save this sinners soul.

When I awoke next morning

I finally understood,

The cross my saviour died on,

Was made of grace, and not of wood.

W.Joe Ingram

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