(Matthew 26:47-68, Matthew 27:11-26)
Forsaken by His closest friends, treated like a thief. See them draw
their weapons; see them draw their swords. See them draw their weapons;
they draw their swords. He was taken like a criminal, His innocence
among the thieves. Liars, false witnesses, scourged to please the crowd.
With each lash the skin is torn. Lash upon lash, ripping flesh from the
bone. He took our sickness; He took our sorrow. By His stripes we are
healed.
