“Therefore, O thou son of man, speak unto the house of Israel; Thus
ye speak, saying, If our transgressions and our sins be upon us, and we
pine away in them, how should we then live?”
“All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his
own way; and the Lord hath laid on Him the iniquity of us all.”
On Thee the Lord
My mighty sins hath laid;
And against Thee Jehovah’s sword
Flashed forth its fiery blade.
The stroke of justice fell on Thee,
That it might never fall on me.
a single-verse poem by F.R.H.
(in “Verses on Texts”)