Tattered And Torn He Hung


What Jesus did on that cross was gruesome

Bloody He hung there

Nails driven in deep

His flesh was torn from His very bones

His bones were exposed

Tattered and torn

Naked with the weight of the sins of the world

Bloody He hung there

For three whole hours He kept on breathing

His heart of flesh failing slowly from beating

He cried out, “Abba, why hast Thou forsaken Me?”

Separated all at once from His Father above


He could not look upon His Son

Drenched in sin as He took His last breath

He looked up to Heaven and He gave up the Ghost

He died for you publicly

Humiliated and shamed by His own people

Made to be a laughingstock and mocked

They spat in His face

He now has risen in victory over that old serpent 

In all power and authority He reigns on High

He lives within you, saying…

I am my beloveds and My beloved is Mine

So don’t just live for Him privately

Where no-one can see

He can read your heart and He perceives your thoughts

Let it be known far and wide in all the land

That you are a royal King’s kid

Saying, “I am proud of who I am”

Now He is the Most High Warrior GOD King

He reigns in Heaven Sovereign and Supreme

Upon the throne of your heart He sits and waits

For you to come and be with Him…

Open wide the gates

Proclaim His Holy Name



He is the Resurrection and the Life

There is no-one else in this entire cosmos

That loves you more than King Jesus Christ


📯”Who hath believed our report? and to whom is the arm of the Lord revealed? For he shall grow up before him as a tender plant, and as a root out of a dry ground: he hath no form nor comeliness; and when we shall see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him. He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not. Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted. But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed. All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and the Lord hath laid on him the iniquity of us all. He was oppressed, and he was afflicted, yet he opened not his mouth: he is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is dumb, so he openeth not his mouth. He was taken from prison and from judgment: and who shall declare his generation? for he was cut off out of the land of the living: for the transgression of my people was he stricken. And he made his grave with the wicked, and with the rich in his death; because he had done no violence, neither was any deceit in his mouth. Yet it pleased the Lord to bruise him; he hath put him to grief: when thou shalt make his soul an offering for sin, he shall see his seed, he shall prolong his days, and the pleasure of the Lord shall prosper in his hand. He shall see of the travail of his soul, and shall be satisfied: by his knowledge shall my righteous servant justify many; for he shall bear their iniquities. Therefore will I divide him a portion with the great, and he shall divide the spoil with the strong; because he hath poured out his soul unto death: and he was numbered with the transgressors; and he bare the sin of many, and made intercession for the transgressors.”📯Isaiah 53


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