He bore our pain, our suffering, and our shame,
Wounded for our sins, beaten for our claim.
We thought him punished, but he took our place,
Enduring humbly, without a word of blame.
Like a lamb to slaughter, he was led away,
Arrested, sentenced, and put to death for our sake.
Buried with the wicked, though he’d done no wrong,
His death a sacrifice, to bring us forgiveness strong.
Yet, through his suffering, we’ll see his seed,
A long life, and purpose fulfilled, indeed.
He’ll rejoice, knowing his pain wasn’t in vain,
My servant, pleased, will bear the punishment, and I’ll forgive again.
He’ll be exalted, honored among the great,
For taking our sins, and praying for our fate.
A willing sacrifice, sharing the fate of the wicked,
For our sake, he suffered, and for our sake, he’ll be lifted.