Since long ago, the world has had many shortcomings. People always seeing this transient life as empty no matter what. Heading west in the morning, heading east in the evening, lives passing as that of a honeybee. Gathering hundreds of flowers, a transformation into honey, in the end, finding our efforts in vain.
Life is full of emptiness and so a gentle man came, to give the world a full life, with love and peace.
But the world ignored a man of sorrow!
A friendly man of sorrow, he is the Sweet Lord.. 🍏
In God's eyes, the Lord was like a tender green shoot, sprouting from a root in dry and sterile ground.
But in our eyes there was no attractiveness at all, nothing to make us want him.
WE despised him and rejected him - a man of sorrows, acquainted with bitterest grief.
WE turned our backs on him and looked the other way when he went by.
He was despised, and we didn't care.
Yet it was our grief he bore, our sorrows that weighed him down. And we thought his troubles were a punishment from God, for his own sins!
But he was wounded and bruised for our sins. He was beaten that we might have peace; he was lashed - - and we were healed.
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