For He shall grow up before Him as a
tender plant,
And as a root out of dry ground.
He has no form or comeliness;
And when we see Him,
There is no beauty that we should
desire Him.
He is despised and rejected by men,
A Man of sorrows and acquainted
with grief.
And we hid, as it were, our faces from
Him;
He was despised, and we did not
esteem Him.
Surely He has borne our griefs
And...
Everyday Devotions by an Ordinary Christian
