I'm not moved by what I feel.

I don't live by what I see.

Because my God has made no way for me.

The healer's in the house.

And we give you praise.

First, open your Bibles to the book of Isaiah.

The 53rd chapter, Who hath believed our report, and to whom the arm of the Lord is revealed?

For he shall grow up before him as a tender plant and as a root out of dry ground, he hath no form nor comeliness. I mean, if you were to see Jesus on the street, you know he's going to be a good-looking man. But obviously, they weren't following

him because of his looks.

Now some of the Greeks said, we would see this Jesus.

Well, they

worshipped the human body.

And he had a perfect one. Perfectly formed. But now, think about this.

And stay with me. Surely, say surely.

Sure. This is a guarantee.

He hath borne our griefs, 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. All we like sheep have gone astray.

We have turned everyone in his own way, and the Lord have laid on him the

iniquity of us all.

Now, come down here to this ninth verse.

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