He was despised and rejected–a man of sorrows, acquainted with deepest grief… Isaiah 53:3a NLT
Jesus, Man of Sorrows
Reflections of the Woman at the Well
Thoughts we’ve had but afraid to tell
Nobody understands, at least I don’t think so.
All alone after another stupid decision.
Withdraw into my corner of the planet
I am too comfortable wearing shame
Nobody feels my pain
Why would they?
How could they?
I bear my own stain
Judge me now if you must
Again, look down at me
Hope for me is not just
I deserve the worse, you see
He touched my chin, so our eyes could meet
Love was focused solely on me
A jolt of hope caused my heart to beat
Breathing once more, became a possibility
He knows my hidden pain
He is accustomed with my sorrow
He has walked in my rain
He has promised me tomorrow
How he understands, I know not why
Trust is fragile at best
Jesus is not just some random guy
His rejection and death, bought my rest