Day after day, night after night
Longingly he lay, to his only hope
To beg for mercy, to beg for a coin
At the beautiful gate, he waited expectant.
He held his head high, as the apostles came by
And with a sigh, he asked for money
Silver and gold they lacked, but a solution of a lifetime
In jubilation he danced, his salvation had come
From lameness to greatness.
Are beaten up by life? Destroyed?
Are you despised? Oppressed?
Are you homeless? Hopeless?
Is your body crying, just as your mind?
There is Jesus, the precious name of Jesus
We’re hard pressed every side, but not crushed;
Persecuted, but not abandoned;
Struck down, but not destroyed.
By the death of Jesus, we draw hope from our scars
From lameness to greatness.
