These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

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The chosen ones, who serve the Lord
have often had to wait
to see the promise of His Word.
It seems so awfully late.

For Abraham was past his prime
when Isaac came to be
his son redeemed in joy sublime.
The promised one was he.

And Moses lost his name to stand
'pon burning sands alone,
until the day God's Flame, unfanned,
bid him to Pharoah's throne.

God's Only Son spent many days
in Joseph's shop, sore-caked
by sweat, and dust to money raise
with the family's needs at stake.

What can we say? The Lord of all
in stark obscurity
worked just like us, until His call
to serve us openly.

"He grew up as a tender plant,
a root out of dry ground.
His beauty was of men just scant.
We looked, but no looks abound."

"He was despised, of men not loved,
a man so sad, quite knowing grief.
We hid our faces from God's Dove.
He was despised without relief."

"Our griefs so surely He hath borne.
Our sorrows He hath carried, full,
that He was stricken, stripped, and shorn,
by God was beaten, afflicted cruel."

"For our transgressions, wounds He knew.
It was our sins made His back striped.
The whippings of our peace tore through
His shredded skin. Our debts He wiped."

Perspective's Wisdom, newly made,
I see that Time is on His side.
My task, His Will to be obeyed.
His gift, to save me from all pride.

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"2 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.

"3 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.

"4 Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows:
yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.

"5 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."

(Isaiah 53:2-5, KJV)

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