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Friday, March 29, 2013

Jeremiah, The Man of Sorrows by J. Vernon McGee / Solitude by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

1 Who hath believed our report? 
and to whom is the arm of the Lord revealed?
For he shall grow up before him as a tender plant, 
and as a root out of a dry ground: he hath no form nor comeliness; 
and when we shall see him, 
 there is no beauty that we should desire him.
He is despised and rejected of men; 
a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: 
and we hid as it were our faces from him; 
he was despised, and we esteemed him not.
Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: 
yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.
But he was wounded for our transgressions, 
he was bruised for our iniquities: 
the chastisement of our peace was upon him; 
and with his stripes we are healed.
All we like sheep have gone astray; 
we have turned every one to his own way; 
and the Lord hath laid on him the iniquity of us all.
Isaiah 53:1-6 (King James Bible)

Jeremiah The Man of Sorrows 

by J. Vernon McGee


Published on Mar 29, 2013 by OLDTIMECHRISTIANITY


Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
    Weep, and you weep alone;
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
    But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
    Sigh, it is lost on the air;
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
    But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;
    Grieve, and they turn and go;
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
    But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
    Be sad, and you lose them all,—
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
    But alone you must drink life’s gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded;
    Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
    But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
    For a large and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
    Through the narrow aisles of pain.



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