Richard Merrell

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Surely - Poem by Richard Merrell

Surely He hath borne our griefs
And carried our sorrows too,
We esteemed Him stricken, smitten of God;
Afflicted for me and for you.
He was wounded for our transgressions
Bruised for our iniquities;
The chastisement of our peace was upon Him
His stripes heal our infirmities.

He was oppressed, and He was afflicted
Yet He opened not His mouth
He was brought as a Lamb to the slaughter
His manger He had left in the South.
And he made his grave with the wicked
Was with the rich in His death;
But He had done no violence
Nor uttered deceit with His breath.

Isaiah 53: 4-9

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 15, 2012

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