The Labor of His Soul, Isaiah 53:11, NKJV

My servant grew up in the Lord’s presence like a tender green shoot, like a root in dry ground.  There was nothing beautiful or majestic about his appearance, nothing to attract us to him.  He was despised and rejected—a man of sorrows, acquainted with deepest grief.

— Isaiah 53:2-3, NLT

It sometimes feels as though

we wander on a dry plain,

a desert with no oasis,

no way to end an incessant

thirst, no way to quench a 

a deep and gnawing need,

but we do not walk alone

in the dark and painful places,

we do not need to ache

and waste away, there is a tender

shoot, a root of salvation waiting,

calling, willing to graft us into

a love that heals and never ends.

—C.L. Fisher, Celebrating the Goodness of this Friday, April 2, 2021

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2 thoughts on “The Labor of His Soul, Isaiah 53:11, NKJV

  1. Based on a Latin poem attributed to Bernard of Clairvaux, the last section of it translated into German by Paul Gerhardt, then translated into English by James Alexander.

    From a poem, a hymn was born
    From its translated words, notes were sung
    From His crown of thorns, eternal love expressed
    And from this love, a beautiful hope is promised

    “O Haupt voll Blut und Wunden”

    “O sacred Head surrounded
    By crown of piercing thorn!
    O bleeding Head so wounded
    Reviled and out to scorn
    The pow’’r of death comes o’er you,
    The glow of life decays
    Yet angel hosts adore you
    And tremble as they gaze

    I see your strength and vigor
    All fading in the strife
    And death with cruel rigor
    Betraying you of life
    O agony and dying
    O love to sinners free
    Jesus, all grace supplying
    O turn your face on me

    In this your bitter passion
    Good Shepherd think of me
    With your most sweet compassion
    Unworthy though I be
    Beneath your cross abiding
    Forever would I rest
    In your dear love confiding
    And with your presence blest”

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