.: Surely He Has Borne our Griefs
Reading from Good Friday, March 25, 2005
Imagine for a minute, every sickness or disease you have ever experienced, as a shapeless mass in your hands. You take your hands and start pressing this disgusting mass into a smaller, more manageable shape. Then you press harder until it’s the size of a baseball – getting harder by the minute. Then you push and push until its smaller than a golf ball, smaller than a racquetball, hard as steel, cold, without feeling. You look at your compressed sickness, you want to destroy it, you want it to disappear but all you can do is reduce it down to this little ball of malignancy. You drive nails through it but you cant destroy it. You hammer it but the hammer just bounces off. You try to burn it but it seems to only mock you in its cold dark stare of pain. It remains no matter what you do.
Now imagine in a desperate attempt to rid yourself of your misery and suffering once and for all, you join forces with many others who have their own pain-shaped object. Together, you wrap your agony in leather strips attached to a whip and look for an object on which to lash out your anger and frustration. Then you see Him, waiting for you, silent, with His back to you. His hands are bound so He cant strike back. This is your opportunity to let it all go. Vent it all on this willing back. You strike him, then strike him again. Still your pain remains. In a flurry of leather and blood, you loose your fury against him, against the pain. You aren’t sure how long you’ve been going at it until exhausted you finally drop the whip to your side. You glance down at the leather strips. The hard objects have disappeared. Your pain is gone! You’re well. You feel great. You look down at the now disfigured back and you notice a familiar glimmer inside the wounds. There, embedded in his body, is your pain, your sickness, your disease. Gone – taken forever by another, never to return. Surely He has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows and by His wounds we are healed.
Thank you, Jesus, for bearing our pain and suffering, our sickness and disease, while we were yet sinners. You absorbed our agony to free us from its destructive force. In You, and only You, I can truly know freedom from the effects of sickness and disease in my life. Thank you. Amen.
copyright 2005 Tim Smith
Surely He Has Borne Our Griefs – Tim Smith
Chorus 1
Surely He has borne our griefs
And carried our sorrows
Surely He has borne our griefs
And carried our sorrows
For He was wounded for our transgressions
And He was bruised for our iniquities
Verse 1
He shall grow up before Him
As a tender plant
And as a root out of dry ground
He has no form nor comeliness
And when we shall see Him
There is no beauty
That we should desire Him
He was despised and rejected
A Man of sorrow acquainted with grief
And we hid our faces far from Him
He was despised and we esteemed Him not
Verse 2
The chastisement of our peace was upon Him
And by His stripes we are healed
All we like sheep have gone astray
We have turned every one
To his own way
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 is dumb
Yet it pleased the Lord to bruise Him
He has put Him to grief
And the Lord hath laid upon Him
The iniquity of us all
CCLI Song No. 1480082
© 1980 SongSmith Ministries
Tim Smith
It is Finished – Tim Smith
Chorus 1
It is finished paid in full
His blood has broken the enemy’s control
The evil contract is dissolved
It is finished it is finished
It is finished paid in full
Verse 1
No more judgment much more joy
No more curse it’s been destroyed
No more deception much more truth
The keys have been exchanged
He has freed us from the shame
Verse 2
Mercy meets judgment righteousness meets sin
Light meets darkness exploding from within
Love meets hate life meets death
The cursed one on the tree
From the curse has set us free
CCLI Song No. 2704375
©1997 Tim Smith/SongSmith Ministries