By His Stripes

I got the call from the doctor, heard a word I didn't want to hear

Sat in my car in the parking lot, couldn't see for all my tears

My body felt like a stranger — the one I'd trusted all these years

But somewhere in the hospital hallway, I felt the Lord draw near

He said, "I know what it feels like to suffer in the flesh

I know what it means to be broken — I've already passed that test

I carried more than your sickness when they laid the cross on Me

And every wound I wore that day was wearing your name, child — you are free"

By His stripes, I am healed

What He suffered on that hill was real

Every lash that fell on Jesus' back

Was buying back what the enemy stole — and I want it back

By His stripes, by His stripes

I declare what the Word of God has sealed

He was wounded for my transgressions

By His stripes, I am healed

I won't lie — some days the pain gets louder than the promise in my heart

Some mornings I need help just rising — this disease has got a hard start

But I've seen too much of God to let the diagnosis be the final word

I know a Man who walked out of a tomb — the impossible is not absurd

So I open up my mouth and I speak to what is broken in my bones

I command this sickness, "Yield to Jesus" — I don't fight this fight alone

And when the healing doesn't happen in the hour that I want

I choose to trust the Healer even when I still feel the brunt

By His stripes, I am healed

What He suffered on that hill was real

Every lash that fell on Jesus' back

Was buying back what the enemy stole — and I want it back

By His stripes, by His stripes

I declare what the Word of God has sealed

He was wounded for my transgressions

By His stripes, I am healed

He took the thorns, He took the nails

He took the spear into His side

He wore my pain so I wouldn't have to carry it for the rest of my life

He bore my grief, He carried my sorrow

Isaiah saw it — a Man well-acquainted with pain

But on the third day the grave couldn't hold Him

And if He rose — then healing is His name

Healing is His name — healing is His name

The same power that raised Him lives in me

By His stripes — oh, by His stripes — I am free

By His stripes, I am healed

What He suffered on that hill was real

Every lash that fell on Jesus' back

Was buying back what the enemy stole — I want it back

By His stripes, by His stripes

I declare what the Word of God has sealed

He was wounded for my transgressions

He was bruised for my iniquities

By His stripes — say it — By His stripes

I am healed

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