This is the one song, I wrote and remember. We were on the road, (“The Able Messengers”), set to visit a mens and a womans prisons.
I used to be able to sing it… not so much anymore… lol
“The piano ain’t got no wrong notes.”
― Thelonious Monk
Isaiah: 53:2-6. (Not in order) lol
“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.
He is despised and rejected of men;
a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him;
there is no beauty that we should desire him.
“For he shall grow up before him as a tender plant, and as a root out of a dry ground: he hath no form nor comeliness; and when we shall see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him.
He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not.
Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.
But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.