Who has heard and believed the prophets word? <br />Who has ever seen the arm of the Lord? <br />You were stricken and smitten of Your God <br />both pierced and beaten by His awful rod. <br /> <br />For there You were crushed for our iniquities <br />and carried our sorrows and infirmities. <br />As by Your wounds each of us were made whole <br />when You suffered such wrath to save our soul. <br /> <br />No beauty or majesty to inspire <br />You'd an appearance no one would desire. <br />There in the dry ground You established root <br />and grew up before us like a tender shoot. <br /> <br />A man of sorrows acquainted with grief <br />and through Your oppression found no relief. <br />You were despised by men and rejected <br />Stricken and smitten of God and afflicted. <br /> <br />Surely You took up our infirmities <br />and You were crushed for our iniquities. <br />As there You were pierced for our transgression <br />and bore our affliction and aggression. <br /> <br />For all of us like sheep had gone astray <br />each one of us had turned to our own way. <br />But You, Lord, Who had done no violence, <br />bore all of our shame in complete silence. <br /> <br />As a sheep before its shearers is dumb <br />You kept silent and to death did succumb. <br />By oppression and judgement taken away <br />Cut off from the land of the living that day <br /> <br />But You will see of the travail of Your soul <br />see the multitudes that You have made whole. <br />For there You had poured out Your life in death <br />Saving your people in Your final breath. <br /> <br />(additional background information is provided in the Poem's story box below)<br /><br />Roy Allen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/today-man-of-sorrows/
