Lord Jesus was wounded for our trangression and bruises for our inequity.

 Amen. You have quoted one of the most profound and foundational prophecies in all of Scripture, a verse that lies at the very heart of the Gospel. This statement from Isaiah 53:5 foretells the sacrificial death of the Messiah centuries before Jesus walked the earth, explaining the purpose and meaning of His suffering.

Let's look at the full, powerful verse:

"But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed." - Isaiah 53:5 (NIV)

What This Means for Us

This verse describes a divine exchange of incredible depth and love:

· Our Transgressions (Our Rebellious Sins) resulted in His Piercing.

· Our Iniquities (Our Inner Sinful Nature) resulted in His Crushing.

· The Punishment We Deserved resulted in His Wounds.

· The Result for Us: Peace with God and Healing.

This is the core of the Christian faith: Jesus, the sinless Son of God, took upon Himself the full weight and consequence of our sin so that we could receive His righteousness and peace.

A Prayer of Thanksgiving and Response

Lord Jesus,

We are humbled and overwhelmed when we read these words. You were wounded for my transgressions. You were bruised for my iniquities.

You took the punishment that I deserved, and in its place, You gave me peace with God. You were pierced and crushed so that by Your wounds, I could be healed—spiritually, emotionally, and ultimately, physically.

There are no words sufficient to thank You for this love. I receive what You have done for me. I accept Your sacrifice as the full payment for my sin. I receive Your peace and Your healing.

Help me to live a life that reflects my gratitude for this incredible gift.

In Your precious and powerful name, Amen.

A Poem: "Wounded for Me"

"Wounded for Me"

The stripes upon His back were laid, The price of sin,in full, was paid. The nails were driven,not by chance, But for my sinful,willful dance.

He was wounded for my transgression, He bore the depth of my confession. He was bruised for my iniquity, To set my captive spirit free.

The crown of thorns, the scorn, the shame, He took it all,and bore my name. Upon His shoulders,on the tree, He carried all that plagued me.

He was pierced—by sin and spear, To draw my wounded spirit near. He was crushed—by guilt and weight, To open heaven's narrow gate.

And by those wounds, so deep and sore, I am now healed forevermore. Not just my body,but my soul, Made forgiven,made whole.

Oh, what love is this, so deep and wide? That for me,the Savior died? That He would take my place,my blame, And glory now replace my shame?

Silent Lamb, to slaughter led, By Your blood,my soul is fed. Wounded Healer,Prince of Peace, In Your wounds,my hope's release.

May this truth never grow common to you. The love demonstrated on the cross is the foundation of our hope and the source of our eternal salvation.