He Was Wounded
(By David K. North)
He was wounded for my transgressions,
He was bruised for my iniquities,
The chastisement of my peace was upon him,
And with his stripes I'm healed.
For me, He decided to die
For me, He was crucified
For me, He shed His precious blood
To wash the guilt away, to wash the shame away, to wash the stain of sin away.
Copyright 1998. David K. North