Poem: Isiaiah 53:5

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But He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon Him; and by His stripes we are healed. ~ Isiaiah 53:5 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ If you, Lord, had not suffered In the place where I should have, Surely I would not have life. ©Stacey Uffelman 4-26-17 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ A three line poem written with seven syllables in each line