Michael Card - The Early Years
Surrounded with shouts the cruel accusations
Dragged to the court
no hope of salvation
All hope was lost for those who had caught me
Knew what I was
they knew all about me
I thought it seemed strange as we entered in
They stopped a young rabbi to ask his opinion
Caught in the act
their reason for hating
My body could feel the stones that were waiting
My judge
a man from Galilee
In His eyes so gentle I could see
A father and a brother and a son
Just as I saw Him
the hope I had lost became born again
I was not hopeless
though I'd been lost
Now
I felt I was found when He looked at me
With His forgiving eyes
The crowd gathered round
so angry and violent
But He stood beside me
peaceful and silent
Then with a word
with one question
He showed them
That they too were guilty and could not condemn
The next thing I knew
He asked me
"Where are they?"
And I looked around the courtyard was empty
The stones scattered 'round
the warm morning sunlight
He'd made the darkness perfectly light
In this new light now I understood
He would not condemn me though He could
For He would be condemned someday for me
Forgiving eyes