The Wounded Healer

 

He was wounded for our transgressions, crushed for our iniquity

A man of sorrows, He comes to me.

Open the door and let Him come in.

Into a heart filled with vacancy, He will enter in to dwell in me.

Open the door, set the prisoner free.

 

The wounded healer provides the cure

His blood and suffering avails and endures

For he is the overcomer of death

He gives us his blood and gives us his breath.

 

He was despised and rejected by men, they hid their faces, they would not see.

Yet he took up our infirmities-

A root out of a dry  and thorny field

He carried sorrows we are released.

The punishment that brought us peace- was in a cup overfilled

And by his wounds , we are now healed.

 

The wounded healer  your suffering sees

He had the treatment or your disease

He has the antidote for the poinson of sin

Opent the door and let him come in.

 

He was led like a lamb to the slaughter- and he is silent as a sheep

Cut off and stricken I see Him weep-

Father why have you forsaken me?

Tho no violence had he done- he was not a deceitful son

He justifies many, his harvest he reaps.

 

 

He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree,

So from  death to sin we may be set free

our life in righteousness is sealed

For by his wounds we have been healed.