By O. Allen Bailey
www.olddesign.com

"… Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.
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.
All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and the LORD hath laid on him the iniquity of us all.
He was oppressed, and he was afflicted, yet he opened not his mouth: he is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is dumb, so he openeth not his mouth.
He was taken from prison and from judgment: and who shall declare his generation? for he was cut off out of the land of the living: for the transgression of my people was he stricken.
And he made his grave with the wicked, and with the rich in his death; because he had done no violence, neither was any deceit in his mouth.
Yet it pleased the LORD to bruise him; he hath put him to grief: when thou shalt make his soul an offering for sin, he shall see his seed, he shall prolong his days, and the pleasure of the LORD shall prosper in his hand.
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...." Isa 53:4-11

8.7

Lord, who am I, and such an heel,
That Thou'd show God's Love to me?
For nothing in myself, I feel,
But sinful as I can be.

I've journeyed here, but still can't feel
That this old heart has improved;
For it does over me yet steal,
Till Thy Grace has it removed.

Thou hast said that Thou would take out
This old stony heart of ours;
With it's old pride, so very stout,
And with all it's wretched powers.

But I can feel it's hardness still
In all that I say and do;
And thus, Thy word, I do fulfill
And show it divinely true.

As the leopard can't change it's spots,
Or the black man change his skin;
So I can't wash away these blots,
That was made by my old sin.

I, like the publican, must cry,
Lord have mercy on my sin;
And on the one this sin does lie,
And on this old heart herein.

In this I never find relief,
Though, so often I do cry;
For sin still holds my unbelief,
And will make my spirit die.

My sin is never gone away,
Till I find it placed on Thee;
Who took my sin upon that day,
And did set my spirit free.

For my chastisment and my peace,
All of these did fall on Thee;
When on the tree, gave my release,
From the guilt that was due me.

Thy mercy gave me faith to see,
My chastisment fell on Thee;
- Also set my conscience free;
My sin thou nailed to Thy tree;

Though my sin still vexes me,
Love removes it day by day;
For all God had, I see in Thee,
And thus, a new prayer I pray:

"Lord, for me Thy Soul did suffer,
Suff'ring here, from day to day;
Thy way, infinitely rougher,
While here on earth Thou made Thy stay."

"May I with Thee, also suffer,
-Not to take my sin away;
Though sin make my way still tougher,
Or bow me down every day;"

"When Thou come into Thy Kingdom,
And Heaven's Glory I see;
There Thou'll give me Thy full freedom,
Then from sin I shall be free."

*Copyright 2002
O. Allen Bailey

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