Isaiah 53

¹ Who has believed our report?
And to whom has the arm of the LORD been revealed?
² For He shall grow up before Him as a tender plant,
And as a root out of dry ground.
He has no form or comeliness;
And when we see Him,
There is no beauty that we should desire Him.
³ He is despised and rejected by men,
A Man of sorrows and acquainted with grief.
And we hid, as it were, our faces from Him;
He was despised, and we did not esteem Him.
⁴ Surely He has borne our griefs
And carried our sorrows;
Yet we esteemed Him stricken,
Smitten by God, and afflicted.
⁵ But He was wounded for our transgressions,
He was bruised for our iniquities;
The chastisement for our peace was upon Him,
And by His stripes we are healed.
⁶ All we like sheep have gone astray;
We have turned, every one, to his own way;
And the LORD has laid on Him the iniquity of us all.
⁷ He was oppressed and He was afflicted,
Yet He opened not His mouth;
He was led as a lamb to the slaughter,
And as a sheep before its shearers is silent,
So He opened not His mouth.
⁸ He was taken from prison and from judgment,
And who will declare His generation?
For He was cut off from the land of the living;
For the transgressions of My people He was stricken.
⁹ And they made His grave with the wicked—
But with the rich at His death,
Because He had done no violence,
Nor was any deceit in His mouth.
¹⁰ Yet it pleased the LORD to bruise Him;
He has put Him to grief.
When You make His soul an offering for sin,
He shall see His seed, He shall prolong His days,
And the pleasure of the LORD shall prosper in His hand.
¹¹ He shall see the labor of His soul, and be satisfied.
By His knowledge My righteous Servant shall justify many,
For He shall bear their iniquities.
¹² Therefore I will divide Him a portion with the great,
And He shall divide the spoil with the strong,
Because He poured out His soul unto death,
And He was numbered with the transgressors,
And He bore the sin of many,
And made intercession for the transgressors.

Southern Birthright

by Bobby Horton

There’s a birthright that each Southern boy inherits when he’s born
And he carries it forever till the day his mourners mourn
It’s not founded on old politics of race or slavery
Those who see no more than that care not for history

For our hearts are still with Jackson and our faith’s in General Lee
And we still can taste the sweetness of that one last victory
Though we’ll never ride with Forrest and we’ll never march with Bragg
We still love our Southern heroes and we love our Southern flag

It’s a way of life that ended and the way it died so hard
It’s the honor and the chivalry folks today most disregard
It’s the Ride Around McClellan and New Market’s young cadets
It’s Sam Watkins telling stories and Sam Davis’s regrets

And our hearts are still with Stuart and our faith’s in General Lee
And we still can taste the sweetness of that one last victory
No, we’ll never march with Johnston or be caught with General Bragg
We will love our Southern heroes and we love our Southern flag

It’s the dream of Pickett charging and never being stopped
It’s the thought of Stonewall Jackson never being shot
Though we never change America, she is as she should be
We can’t help to try once more to win that one last victory

For our hearts are still with Jackson and our faith’s in General Lee
And we still can taste the sweetness of that one last victory
No, we’ll never march with Cleburne or be stuck with General Bragg
We will love our Southern heroes and we love our Southern flag

For our hearts are still with Longstreet and our faith’s in General Lee
We still think we’re good enough to win that one last victory
I won’t let us march with Early or be wasted by old Bragg
But we’ll flaunt our Southern birthright and we’ll wave our Southern flag