You were despised and rejected.
A man of sorrows, acquainted with grief.
Though you were sinless and holy,
You bore it all because of me.
You were wounded for my transgressions,
Bruised for my iniquities.
You were worthy of all adoration.
But you took my shame, and gave me peace.
And You didn't turn away from the burden I carried,
You didn't run from me or from the load I was bearing,
You came willingly, and gave Your life for me,
And took my stripes, that I might go free.
Sometimes I am asked to carry burdens,
To suffer pain from what others do and say.
Inside I am running from their problems,
To find my peace in getting far away.
'Til I remember that one day upon a rugged cross,
Jesus bore the pain I fashioned with my sin.
He laid down His life without a word.
And now I begin to see how I can be like Him.
'Cause He didn't turn away from the burden I carried,
He didn't run from me, or from the load I was bearing,
He came willingly, and gave His life for me,
And took my stripes, that I might go free.
To love one another, He's commanded us to do,
He said, "Love your brother, as I have loved you."
So I will not turn away from the burden you carry,
I will not run from you, or from the load you are bearing,
He came willingly, Christ came willingly.
And He didn't turn away . . .
O, Lord, use my life, that others may go free.