I had sinned. I was ashamed. I spoke to the Lord and asked His forgiveness. I saw Him, in my mind, sitting. He was holding a tiny white lamb. I felt His love for the lamb. It was very dear to Him. Jesus was wearing a long white robe, not a fancy robe, more like a Shepherd’s robe. He had a crimson, blood red, sash around His neck. As I looked, I saw that the sash had a golden glow about it. He turned the lamb around with His hands so that he could see into His eyes and I knew at that moment that I was that lamb. He took off His sash and tied it around my neck. And I knew. I knew in my heart what it meant. I was forgiven, because He had died in my place. I saw the Lamb with joy  in his face wearing the scarf, as a banner of love.~ Me, a sinner saved.

Isaiah 53:5 But he was wounded for the wrong things we did. He was crushed for the evil things we did. The punishment, which made us well, was given to him. And we are healed because of his wounds.