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 - Isaiah 53:5
HE came from the bosom of the FATHER to the bosom of a woman. HE put on humanity that we might put on divinity. HE became son of man that we might become SON of GOD.
HE was born in a supernatural way, lived in poverty, reared in obscurity. Only once crossed the boundary of the land, in childhood. HE had no wealth, nor influence, and no college education; yet the profoundest wisdom of men has never equalled HIS last discourses in John 13 to 17, and the sermon on the mount."Never man spake like this man."
HIS relatives were in conspicuous and uninfluential. In infancy HE startled a king; in boyhood HE puzzled the doctors; even at twelve years of age proving HE was far in advance of the theologians, for HE was taught of GOD; in manhood HE ruled the elements, so that HE could defy the laws of gravitation by walking on the water, and quiet the raging sea. HE healed the multitudes without medicine and made no charge for HIS services.
HE never wrote a book, yet not all the libraries of the country could hold the books that have been written about HIM. HE never wrote a song, yet HE has furnished the theme of more songs than all song writers combined. HE never founded a college, yet all the schools together cannot boast of as many students as HE has.
HE never marshaled an army, drafted a soldier, nor fired a gun, yet no leader ever made more volunteers, who have under HIS orders made rebels stack arms or surrender without a shot being fired.
Great men have come and gone, yet HE lives on. Herod could not kill HIM, satan could not seduce HIM, death could not destroy HIM, the grave could not hold HIM, and even demons obeyed HIM. HE fed the hungry multitudes with a boys little lunch, broke up funerals, and gave back life to those that were dead.
HE laid aside his purple robe for a pheasants gown. HE was rich, yet for our sakes HE became poor. As to how poor? Ask Mary, ask the wise men. HE slept in anothers manger; HE cruised the lake in anothers boat. HE rode on a borrowed beast. HE was buried in a rich mans tomb.
HE conquered death, rose on the third day as HE said HE would, ascended into heaven, is now at the right hand of the throne of GOD, and will one day come in the clouds of heaven with power and great glory for HIS own born again, blood bought ones to be forever with HIM according to promise after which HE will judge the world in righteousness, when every knee shall bow to HIM and every tongue shall confess HIM as LORD - HIS friends gladly, but HIS enemies seeking for a place to hide from HIS face. Revelations 6:15
The ever perfect one - HE is the chief among ten thousand, the only one who can satisfy the soul and give everlasting LIFE to those who have it not.
HE is altogether lovely, and HE is my SAVIOUR!!!!
