A reflection on the 53rd chapter of Isaiah through poetry.
I, the rebellious one—
Yet,
He, counted among the rebels.
I, the twisted—
Yet,
He, despised and rejected.
I, sick and broken—
Yet,
He, afflicted and wounded.
I, made beautiful—
Yet,
He, made ordinary.
I, the selfish—
Yet,
He, the giver.
I, the guilty—
Yet,
He, silent before His accusers.
I, the condemned—
Yet,
He, the punished.
I, deserving death—
yet inheriting life.
He, the Author of life—
yet embracing death.
Willingly.
For me.
For you.
