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 thoughContinue reading “The Labor of His Soul, Isaiah 53:11, NKJV”