Man Of Sorrows Poem by Steve Gregory

He was despised and rejected
This tramp of God, this stranger in our world
He was despised and rejected
This Man who came to end on a tree.
We esteemed him not
We let him get caught
We laughed and called
For the knot to tighten its grip.
He had no beauty as the world
Perceived beauty
He had no locks of blond
He had no eyes of blue
We esteemed him not this
Man of sorrows
We led him to the skull
We led him to the grave
We led him to bleed like a
Slaughtered sheep.
We could not look upon
His face without fear in
Our hearts
We turned blind eyes
Away, for his inner beauty
Seared our eyes
And gave us reason to cry
And gave us reason to die
We esteemed him not this
Man of sorrows
We despised him, rejected him
Yet he went with ease
To the tree.
He was despised and rejected
This Man of God, and now
We see creation lifts him
High and Glorifies him
To the sky and we see
The beauty the world cannot see
He was despised and rejected
Yet he did it for me, for me
He was beaten and spat on
For me, for me
He was despised and rejected
Yet he went willingly
He had no one to look on him
He had no man to accuse
He did it for me, for me
He did it for me, for me
He was despised and rejected
That I could be free.