Wounded for me, You bore my pain.
The Lamb of God was brutally slain.
You left Your home to come to me,
Only to face cruelty.
Your flesh bore my punishment hard
Because You were willing to go that far.
You wounds were many, Your friends few,
All to express, “I love you.”
The Son of God suffered a cruel and miserable end,
And still calls me His friend.
Wounded for my transgression, He has borne my grief.
With His Selfless Love, He has sealed my belief.
Rooted in Christ, I abide in the Vine.
The Wounded Branch is a Friend of mine.
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Zechariah 13:6