Jesus was scourged.
The whips cut His back until it was shredded
and bathed in His blood.
A crown of thorns was set on His head in mockery.
Then they returned His robe to Him, and brought Him
to the cross on which He was to die.
Jesus embraced the cross,
resting it painfully
on the smarting wounds on His back.
Lord, You were scourged and wounded;
You deserved no punishment.
but were punished in our place.
Thank you, Jesus.
Thank you, Jesus.
When You were already hurting,
You embraced the cross.
Thank you, Jesus.
Thank you, Jesus.