By His Stripes We Are Healed
Written by George Leon Pike, Sr.
Copyright © 1981 by Betty M. Pike
1. Alone and forsaken, by those who should care,
With no one to cuddle and left to despair,
But God in compassion gave ear to a cry,
As a young girl took notice to a baby’s faint sigh.
2. Amid all the rubbish in an old garbage can,
Lay a tiny, small figure, who was near to life’s end.
Wrapped up in a blanket, with ice on the ground,
Left and unwanted, Baby Snow there was found.
3. Like so many others of those that don’t care,
Of homes that are broken and lives without prayer,
There, without Jesus, with no future or hope
As a blind man who’s searching, through the darkness we grope.
4. Mothers left lonely, Dads that don’t care,
While children so precious sink into despair,
A bar room of laughter, money to spend,
On wild, lustful passions that cause men to sin.
5. That lone Galilean, man’s only true friend,
Who braved cruel Golgotha to free us from sin,
God so loved the world, friend, that He truly gave,
His own Son at Calv’ry, that we might be saved.
Oh, what is the answer of this dreadful estate,
Of tormented spirits and horrible fate?
Just one glimpse of Calv’ry, and the blood that He spilled,
Will change us forever, by His stripes we are healed.