He was oppressed and afflicted, yet He did not open His mouth. He was led like a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is silent, so He did not open His mouth.
No mercy pleas escaped His lips, not one condemning cry
He suffered as deserving all in willingness to die Isaiah 53:7
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Not one defense He offered up as Calvary’s path He trod
No murmuring, no loud complaint, just yielding to His God
On the cross, His redeeming words, “Forgive them, they know not”
Then: Father, why have you forsaken me, more grief than any ought
I thirst: He cried, in agony. It is finished, then, He said.
Gave up His spirit to His God…Death… then hung His head
But why no claims of innocence? No word to change His fate,
No syllable of self-defense to set the record straight
Because He took our guilt Himself. He bore it as His own
Though perfect in His righteousness, no sin had ever known
He willingly stood in my place and took what I was due
And if by faith you trust His work, His blood redeems you too.