Bruised and battered, feast for crows
Shame his garment, pain his perfume
The worst form of death, his burden to bear
Ridicule unparalleled, the lyrics he hears.
Innocent yet slain, forsaken by his own
Thirst unquenched, groans with every breath
Minutes span like days, nerves throbbing with pain
Relief at death, blood shed with nothing left.
A tale of woe, anguish and blood
The journey from grace down to the cross
So it may seem, but nay! Pray, hold still
A chorus of redemption, his life for our lives.
Romans 4:25 “who was betrayed and crucified because of our sins, and was raised [from the dead] because of our justification [our acquittal—absolving us of all sin before God].”(AMP)… Isaiah 53:5,11 5 But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.11 He shall see of the travail of his soul, and shall be satisfied: by his knowledge shall my righteous servant justify many; for he shall bear their iniquities.(KJV)