The sword of Jehovah smote the Shepherd
and all the sheep of the fold were scattered.
The Good Shepherd was smitten by His God
when the pathway to Calvary He trod.
For our iniquities He was smitten
fulfilling what Zechariah had written.
By his stripes the price for our sins He paid
when our transgression upon Him were laid.
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Handel did it better in the Messiah. As did Zechariah. If your going to write religious poetry let it be your own not a paraphrasing of The Great Book. As a committed Christian myself I find this self serving and rather an inept attempt. BE JOYFUL! ! ! Praise the Lord for he is great and let him speak through you.