Wounded for Our Healing

Long before the world was ready. Long before the night grew dark. A promise whispered

through the ages. Written on the prophet's heart. A man of

sorrows not yet seen. Despised, rejected, standing low.

The weight of sin upon his shoulders. Love would carry what we

owed. Every word you spoke was faithful. Every line was true.

Hope was rising through the waiting. As the world prepared for you. He was wounded

for our healing. Crushed beneath the weight of sin. By his stripes we are forgiven.

Life begins where grace walks in. Every burden he has carried. Every shame upon