Having passed through the Lenten season and Holy Week, I wrote this short poem.

It’s for myself — it’s part of the way I meditate — but I thought I would share it with you.

“By oppression and judgment He was taken away,                                                                                                                                       and as for His generation, who considered that He was cut off out of the land of the living                                                                          for the transgression of my people,                                                                                                                                                                  to whom the stroke was due?”                                                           

                                                Isaiah 53:8

To Whom the Stroke Was Due

‘Twas I to whom the stroke was due

That fell on Him who loved so true;

My sin, my guilt, my wretched shame

Were all removed in His precious name.

‘Twas I to whom the stroke was due

That crushed my Savior, ‘twas not His due;

My body of sin, worn down with grief,

He clothed with beauty beyond belief.

‘Twas I to whom the stroke was due

That severed my Lord from His Love so true;

My love awakened, my soul reborn,

I now live in Him in our Father’s home.

                               — David Ross