Word Filled Wednesday
Christ and Simon, the Cyrenian
Isa 53:5 -
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.
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20 comments:
Hi Cathy, Stopping by to wish you a blessed Easter.
such a powerful scripture, its a wonder there are any sick people, when with His stripes we are healed
Oh, Cathy, I love this. So moving. So heart-tugging with the verse.
Thank you.
Have a Blessed Easter,
Janis
This is such a powerful verse! Thank you for sharing.
Have blessed WFW.
Amen!
Thank you for sharing this beautiful verse.
Happy Easter!
Love this, Cathy!
Thank You so much O Lord that by Your stripes, we and all those we lift in prayer, are healed! Thank You for being wounded for our transgressions!
Thank You for Your bruises that bore our iniquities! Praise to You for Your chastisement that gives us our peace! Thank You that You love Cathy and carry any of her burdens upon You because You care for her and delight in her and the melodies in her heart that well up from within Cathy and her JOY! May she have a JOYFUL Resurrection and be surrounded by Your Love and many blessings...
Wishing you a JOYFUL and Blessed Resurrection Day and peaceful Holy Week!
Peggy
(over at the Power of Your Love today)
Thanks, Cathy, for all the treasures you find and share throughout the year. May you have a blessed Easter.
Blessings to you this Holy Week.
Horrible that we need this, but grace that we were given this
He did it voluntarily and for us.
What a wonderful Saviour!
Thank you for the verse!
After visiting, I subscribed through Google Friend Connect. I'll look forward to getting better acquainted.
Have blessed Easter.
Stefanie
Just beautiful. Thank you!
Thank you for sharing this verse. It is precious to me. I had an incredibly hard post partum time with a major breakdown and even thought I "lost" my faith ... one thing that was striking was for weeks after my son's birth my legs had these odd stripes of darker pigment running down them. All I could think of was this verse, and that even though I felt like I couldn't reach him, this was his sign that he was holding me.
I'm new here and I don't often share this story, but he's doing a work in my heart this Holy Week and that's what came to mind to share with you.
Cathy the song your picture reminds me of is Ray Boltz Watch the Lamb. I think it is my favorite Easter song
Walking On the Road
To Jerusalem,
The time had come to sacrifice,
Again,
My two small sons,
They walked beside me down the road,
The reason that they came,
Was to watch the lamb...
And they said,
"Daddy daddy,
What will we see there,
There's so much that we don't understand,"
So I told them of Moses,
And Father Abraham,
And I said dear children,
"Watch the lamb....
There will be so many,
In Jerusalem today,
We must be sure this little lamb,
Doesn't run away,"
And I told them of Moses,
And Father Abraham,
And I said "Dear children,
Watch the lamb...."
When we reached the city,
I knew something must be wrong,
There were no joyful worshippers there,
No joyful worship songs,
And I stood there,
With my children,
In the midst of angry men,
Then I heard a crowd cry out,
"Let's Crucify Him!"
We tried to leave the city,
But we could not get away,
Forced to play in this drama,
A part i did not want to play,
Why upon this day were men condemned to die,
Why were we standing right here,
Where soon they would pass by,
I looked and I said,
"Even now they come,"
The first one cried for mercy,
The people gave him none,
The second one was violent,
He was arrogant and loud,
I can still hear his angry voice,
Screaming at the crowd,
Then someone said,
"There's Jesus,"
I scarce believed my eyes,
A man so badly beaten,
He barely looked alive,
Blood poured from His body,
From the thorns on His brow,
Running down the cross,
And falling to the ground,
I watched as He struggled,
And I watched Him when He fell,
The cross came down upon His back,
And the crowd began to yell,
In that moment I felt such agony,
In that moment I felt such loss,
Till the roman soldier grabbed my arm and screamed,
"YOU! Carry his cro-----------ss!"
At first I tried to resist him,
But his hand reached for his sword,
So I knelt and I took
The cross from the Lord
I put it on my shoulders
We started down the street
And the blood that He'd been shedding,
Was running down my cheeck...
They led us to Golgatha
They drove nails,
Deep in His feet and hands,
And on the cross,
I heard him pray,
"Father, forgive them..."
Never have I seen such love
In any other eyes
"Into thy hands I commit my spirit,"
He prayed,
And then He died.
I stood for what seemed like years,
I lost all sense of time,
Then I felt these little hands
Holding onto mine
My children stood there weeping,
And I heard the oldest say
"Father please forgive us,
The lamb,
Ran away...
Daddy daddy,
What've we seen here,
There's so much that we don't understand,"
So I took them in my arms,
We turned and faced the cross
And I said
"Dear children
Watch the----- la-----mb..."
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/r/ray_boltz/watch_the_lamb.html ]
Blessings
Dear sister, I'm so humbled by what our LORD has done for us...
Love you and many blessings to you this Holy week...
This is so touching - that He was wounded and crushed for our sins. So great is His love.
Wishing you a joyous Easter, Cathy.
Blessings,
Joan
This Scripture is so full of power. And comfort. And love. Thank you for sharing it.
~Adrienne~
This verse is one of my all time favorites, and the story of Simon of Cyrene helping Jesus carry the cross has always touched my heart.
Thank you for this brief but powerful post.
Lidj
Happy Easter!
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