Wounded for Me

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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.

8.27.2021 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Zechariah 13:6

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My Wounded Branch

gaillovesgodspoetry

Oh the wounds that You received
While visiting our house.
That was so sad and unfair,
I feel like such a louse.
That we would wound the Branch
That came to save us from ourselves.
You knew what would happen,
And still willingly came to help.
Our pain and suffering
You gladly bore,
That Your joy might remain in us,
And abound abundantly more.
Oh the vast love of God and His Son
Could never be justly measured,
Yet it certainly should be reverenced,
And wisely treasured.
Thank You, Wounded Branch,
For calling me Your friend.
Thank You for being a Faithful One
On which I can depend.

8.27.2021 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Zechariah 13:6 and John 15:13-15

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