“He grew up before him like a tender shoot, and like a root our of dry ground,

He had no

beauty or majesty to attract us to Him,

nothing in His appearance that we, should desire

Him.

He was despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows,

and  familiar  with suffering.

Like one from whom men hide their faces He was despised and we esteemed Him not.

Surely He took up our infirmities and carried our sorrows yet we considered Him stricken

by God smitten by Him, and afflicted.

But He was pierced for our transgressions, He was crushed for our iniquities; the

punishment that brought us peace was upon Him,

and by His wounds we are healed.”

Isaiah 53

And By His wounds, We are Healed…

How beautiful is His Name…

Jesus…

I love You…

You are my King…

Our Messiah…

Our Prince of peace, and Lover of my soul…

My heart could burst of so much pain… so much love… so much majestic beauty..

Thank You for forgiving me…

My heart overflows.

All for You glory.

All for Your Name…

Jesus.

King of Kings…

Lord of Lords.

Thank You for loving me.

In Jesus Name,

I pray,

Amen

Live in Love,

Lisa