Tuesday 29 December 2020

Crushed

The oil from the olive,

Comes from it's crushing,

From giving foot to the grape,

The will-be-wine comes gushing,

The flour for the bread,

Formed from grinding the grain,

And so the help for the healing,

Pours out of his pain,


If his body was not broken,

Then there was no bread,

There was no wine, nor forgiveness,

Without his blood being shed,

The oil wouldn't overflow,

Without his being crushed,

But the Spirit springs forth from the crushing,

And wells up within us,


The olive, the grape, the grain,

The oil, the wine, the bread,

The Spirit, The Blood, The Body,

Was crushed, 

Was shed, 

Was dead,


And from our crushing comes,

An increase in the flow,

So let the crushing come,

And let the blessing overflow





But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed.~ Isaiah 53:5






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