He who knew no sin was made sin for the world.
He was oppressed and He was afflicted,
Yet He opened not His mouth;
He was led as a lamb to the slaughter,
And as a sheep before its shearers is silent,
So He opened not His mouth.
Yet He opened not His mouth;
He was led as a lamb to the slaughter,
And as a sheep before its shearers is silent,
So He opened not His mouth.
As I reflected on this event the images of icons at a Greek Monastery flashed before my eyes. The centurion marveling at this man who must have been the 'Son of God.' The few followers who did not run into hiding stood at the cross, shocked at the outcome of this movement. The agony and terror that must have been upon the minds of the dejected disciples. Their fate, they must have thought, could also lie upon that tree. What terror and darkness!
He was wounded for our transgressions,
He was bruised for our iniquities;
The chastisement for our peace was upon Him,
And by His stripes we are healed.
Fortunately, the darkness was soon eclipsed by brilliant beauty. Venom was replaced with honey and our wounds were healed.He was bruised for our iniquities;
The chastisement for our peace was upon Him,
And by His stripes we are healed.
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As daily as I make a feeble attempt at being like "He Who Knew No Sin". I find how horrid and ugly I am. I have nothing but wish with all my fiber to give something. Some piece to show him that his love was not in vain. So many walk with this act as a normal piece of history. I find volumes of my character, being, and worldview in the few lines that describe our Savior. Truly I will never be like that. He is love. So much that the very thought breaks me down to my core. The light you have shed is one I will soon not forget.
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