Stained

Here is our video opener for our Good Friday service. Isaiah 53 says that Jesus, 'has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows; yet we esteemed him stricken, smitten by God, and afflicted.But he was pierced for our transgressions; he was crushed for our iniquities; upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace, and with his wounds we are healed. All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned—every one—to his own way; and the Lord has laid on him the iniquity of us all.'

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Stained. I can’t get it off, no matter how hard I try
This pervasive, persuasive, invasive creep
Like a tattoo on my soul,
Keeping me from being made whole
Provoked by the one who man’s peace stole

Stained. by the mark of a slave. A sin penned prisoner number,
etched into my heart making me dumber to the realisation of my spiritual slumber.
Branded for treachery, for straying onto territory
That belongs exclusively
To the one that dwells in everlasting majesty

Stained in a way that is sustained, happily entertained, pursuing destruction without
restraint.
You see I choose my ink,
To sink into what makes my heart stink
To drink from whatever makes my heart think
That there is satisfaction in reckless pursuit of my sinful instinct.

Stained, but He was... not me... On a tree
God's objection to my insurrection brought His rejection buying me perfection
My God, my God why have you taken this
Forsaken for the things I did to dismiss
Forgiving every time I disbelieved your promise
Freeing me to come into your holy, holy, holy presence... How great a love is this?!

Stained. By year upon year of spitting on Him in rivalry
He bore my sins, and my sorrows, and took them to Calvary
With my stripes He was painted
With my blemishes He was tainted
So that someone like me.... and someone like Him... could be eternally acquainted.

Stained. It has to be believed to be seen. How can blood stains make something clean?
A fountain filled with blood, drawn from Emmanuel’s veins
A sinner plunged beneath that flood, losing all their guilty stains?
Changed, I am changed... because He exchanged... His pain for my stain.