Poem: Acquainted with Grief (Part II)



Growing up as a tender plant, a root out of a dry ground

His marred visage and form, rejected and  despised,

No comeliness,  no beauty that we should desire him.

Tempted in all points, and hungered in the wilderness

He hid himself from those who sought to stone him,

He was acquainted with grief,  sighed deeply,

Withdrawn and alone, and wept…bitterly

A man of sorrows

“The foxes have holes, and the birds of the heaven have nests; but the Son of man has nowhere to lay his head.”

Men hide their face and denied him, having no reputation

They esteemed him not

Distressed and troubled, overwhelmed and sorrowful, to the point of death

He bore our griefs, and carried our sorrows; yet we esteemed him stricken,

Smitten and afflicted God,

Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, “Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani? My God, my God, why have you  forsaken me?”

Knowing now that all things are complete, that the scripture might be accomplished,

(in thirst) He cried with a loud voice, “It is finished”, bowed his head and released his ghost.

His wounding was for our transgressions, his bruising for our iniquities;

His chastisement for our peace, and we are healed by his lashes

This he did without violence, with no deceit in his mouth,

Led like lamb to slaughter

Obedience learned through suffering

It pleased Jehovah to bruise him, to put him to grief


Painting by Jacob Cecil  –   www.livingstonesfinearts.com

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