Today, he is pierced for our transgressions.
Today, is is crushed for our iniquities.
Today, the punishment that brings us peace is placed upon him.
Today, by his wounds, we are healed.
We are the ones that hurt him, the ones that put him on the cross, and yet he forgives us, and in his hurt he heals us.
He dies for us out of love for us, and his love is the glue that repairs our brokenness.
Water and blood, flowing from his side, filling and binding every wound, every break, and every crack that sin ever opened. Closing them and healing them forever.
For in the midst of death, we are in life. The tomb cannot contain him, and at Easter we shall be made new.
Today, I know that my Redeemer lives!
For he is the Resurrection and the Life.