Isaiah 53

Lord Jesus, I had gone astray. I had turned away from you and gone my own way. I was nasty and selfish. I was evil. I lied and broke vows. I hurt others physically and emotionally. I deserved punishment and death.

But, Lord, in your grace and mercy, you bore my grief. You were wounded for my transgressions, and you were bruised for my iniquities. The chastisement that should’ve been on me fell instead on you. You took the whippings that should’ve been on me, and somehow, through your mercy and love, my eternal “lostness” was healed, and I was reconciled to God, my father.

It pleased our father, to bruise you, Lord, because your perfection and righteousness were able to be a complete and perfect propitiation for the sins of me, and for all who would recognize their sin against God and confess and repent and receive you, Lord Jesus, as the payment for their justification, and who would make you the new Lord and the “forever” Lord of their life.

Yes, Father, you put Jesus to grief when you made his soul an offering for sin, but now he sees the seed, the many sons he has born into the kingdom.

By your labor and courage, Lord Jesus, many are justified, and hallelujah, I am one of them. Thank you, Lord, for your love, and for your life. I am yours, Lord, delivered, healed, and set free by your perfect atonement and your perfect life.