He was despised and rejected by mankind,
a man of suffering, and familiar with pain.
Like one from whom people hide their faces
he was despised, and we held him in low esteem.
4 Surely he took up our pain
and bore our suffering,
yet we considered him punished by God,
stricken by him, and afflicted.
5 But he was pierced for our transgressions,
he was crushed for our iniquities;
the punishment that brought us peace was on him,
and by his wounds we are healed.
6 We all, like sheep, have gone astray,
each of us has turned to our own way;
and the Lord has laid on him
the iniquity of us all.
7 He was oppressed and afflicted,
yet he did not open his mouth;
he was led like a lamb to the slaughter,
and as a sheep before its shearers is silent,
so he did not open his mouth.
Silently, my Savior observed all the harm I’d done.
Solemnly, my Savior knew the price for the war to be won.
My Savior knew He deserved praise; instead He took a cross.
He’d rather suffer immeasurable pain than see one of His sheep lost,
So if I ever feel betrayed, I know I’m not alone,
For the people who claimed they loved my Savior were the first to throw the stone.
He’s felt my every pain; He’s felt even more,
As He took my place on that cross, my every burden He bore.
Sometimes I cry tears for those who stop loving me,
I forget the way He felt when His people ran astray like sheep.
I often get upset, and ask my Lord why things are the way they are;
I often prove my ignorance when I question the One who made the stars.
I forget I don’t deserve anything I have,
That I don’t deserve to even breathe.
I’d still be locked in the prison of sin
If my Savior hadn’t bore the pain that makes humans seethe.
So now I rejoice, even when sorrow surrounds me,
I find my hope in grace despite life’s miseries,
Because my Savior rescued my stricken soul that would still be lost,
If He hadn’t stepped forth and ransomed it on that cross.