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~*~ For Me ~*~






~*~ For Me ~*~
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 He was wounded for my angry spirit.
Brought to trial for every lie that I told.
He suffered such agony...
Scorned for my dishonesty.
He laid down his life for my sinful soul.
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He was plucked of His beard for my pardon.
Spilled His precious blood to set me free.
Marred to remove my shame...
Disfigured, He bore all my blame.
Yes, He was tortured and torn for me.
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He was spit upon for my salvation.
Ripped apart by whips for my release.
Crowned with thorns for my cause
Because I'd broken God's laws.
O, He was chastised to secure my peace.
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For He was wounded for my transgressions
And He was bruised for my iniquities.
The Holy Scriptures revealed
By His Stripes I am healed.
Because He was nailed to the Cross for me.

 Thank God For Jesus,
(c) Doris Jacobs-Covington
 October 5, 2008
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"I gave my back to the smiters, and my
cheeks to them that plucked off the hair:
I hid not my face from shame and spitting."
Isaiah 50:6

"As many were astonied at thee; his visage
was so marred more than any man, and his
form more than the sons of men:"
Isaiah 52:14 KJV

Amplified Version Isaiah 52:14
[For many the Servant of God became an object
of horror; many were astonished at Him.]
His face and His whole appearance were marred
more than any man's, and His form beyond that
of the sons of men--but just as many were astonished at Him,

"But He was wounded for our transgressions,
he was bruised for our iniqities: the
chastisement of our peace was upon him, and
with his stripes we are healed."
Isaiah 53:5

 













TRIPLES with EMMA





He was wounded for my angry spirit.
Brought to trial for every lie that I told.
He suffered such agony...
Scorned for my dishonesty.
He laid down his life for my sinful soul.

He was plucked of His beard for my pardon.
His precious blood was spilled to set me free.
Marred to remove my shame...
Disfigured, He bore all my blame.
Yes, He was tortured and torn for me.

He was spit upon for my salvation.
Ripped apart by whips for my release.
Crowned with thorns for my cause
Because I'd broken God's laws.
O, He was chastised to secure my peace.

For He was wounded for my transgressions
And He was bruised for my iniquities.
The Holy Scriptures revealed
By His Stripes I am healed.
Because He was nailed to the Cross for me.

 Thank God For Jesus,
(c) Doris Jacobs-Covington
 October 5, 2008

"I gave my back to the smiters, and my
cheeks to them that plucked off the hair:
I hid not my face from shame and spitting."
Isaiah 50:6

"As many were astonied at thee; his visage
was so marred more than any man, and his
form more than the sons of men:"
Isaiah 52:14 KJV

Amplified Version Isaiah 52:14
[For many the Servant of God became an object
of horror; many were astonished at Him.]
His face and His whole appearance were marred
more than any man's, and His form beyond that
of the sons of men--but just as many were astonished at Him,

"But He was wounded for our transgressions,
he was bruised for our iniqities: the
chastisement of our peace was upon him, and
with his stripes we are healed."
Isaiah 53:5








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