Writer, Poet, Social Commentator
I stole the heart of he who died
Crucified just like me, but rose again
I who stole and killed and lied
Redeemed by the Lamb who was slain.
I for guilt, he for innocence
But the crowd rebuked us all
And though it still makes no sense
He forgave them, even me.
I had no heart, I knew no love
But compassion for this man I showed.
To think he chose to show me love
What wondrous gift bestowed!
Crucified with him and we died
Washed from sin, ransomed in his palm
As on that cross, ‘Lord’ I Cried!
Now I see clearly who I am.
I am the man who once stole
Who grace still found to save
A liar, a murderer, a wanton soul
But now a heir, ne’er to be a slave.
This priceless gift I now received
From a lowly carpenter’s dying son
not by theft nor lie deceived
But GRACE to one again born.