Who has believed our message,
To whom has the Lord been revealed;
And has been building us a bridge,
After the heart has been unsealed.
He grew in front of a young tree,
Like a root out of the dry ground;
He had no form or majesty,
That would make us look to astound.
He had nothing in appearance,
That would make us desire Him;
But thought to be interference,
Making the powerful feel grim.
He was despised and rejected,
To be placed as the cornerstone;
And He was mocked and dejected,
In taking the seat on the throne.
He was a man with much sorrow.
Was familiar with suffering;
But held up hope for tomorrow,
That the church could be anchoring.
Despised as an outsider,
As they turned away their faces;
Had been seen as a divider,
That one another disgraces.
We considered Him to be not,
As worth that much of anything;
Little did we know what we got,
Of the new life that He could bring.
He carried our sorrows and grief,
Suffering so much for us all;
But in a state of disbelief,
We left Him go and take the fall.
He was wounded for our acts,
Crushed for our rebellious sin;
Yet many still reject the facts,
How corrupted they are within.
We are all straying like some sheep,
Since we are having so much doubt;
If not repented before we sleep,
We will be burning inside out
Copyright © 2016 Richard Newton Sherrer