Before I heard of Christ, the Son of God,
who left His father's home above
and on this earth has trod
my 'self - the 'me' was shrivelled like my flesh,
for I had never once encountered love.
For ever since that fateful day that I was born
into this lowest stratum of society,
I'd only met with prejudice, revulsion and with scorn.
Despised by others, I despised myself
What future was there in the world for me?
But when I heard that this Great Master,
who can preach and teach and heal and even raise the dead,
is filled with such compassion that His gentle hands
reach out and touch ten lepers just like me and make them whole,
I marvel, for what He does, is now widespread
I think of Him - the Son of God, they ridiculed as a puppet king
who never ceased to love and to forgive their hate and cruelty.
I know He understands my plight - a wondrous thing!
He touched my hands and made them whole,
and He touched me - no longer warped with shame.
I dance with joy, for I'm His child. He says, and He loves me
