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May 2015
Oh, how in this cruel and loveless world
selfish men walk by and are blind to the helpless beggar
holding out a withered hand
begging food to sustain his hollow and shattered life.
Oh, who among all the sons of men
look with love on their fellow man
to touch and unwither the withered hand
and unshatter a poor beggar's shattered and broken ankle.
To make the broken body whole again.
Of the one they laid at the beautiful gate
but could not make his life so.
Oh, how two men with love in there hearts
redeemed and taught by the one who is love
as they passed through their temple gate
did with the touch of a hand
restored the shattered and broken leg
bone to bone made straight again.
Oh, a hollow and shattered life
and the shattered and broken leg
silver and gold can never restore
but only the power of love and grace
from the one who is love
channeled through the touch of Peter's hand.
Oh, then the chains of the poor man's flesh
that bound him tight were broken.
leaping and dancing and weeping for joy
a new life given to him
and praising the maker who made him
the one who breather into him the very breathe of life.
As all the people dumb and unbelieving
that which their eyes did see
could only stand and wonder
that such a thing could be
by the touch of a single man's hand
and all the people wondering
that such a thing on earth could ever be
and Peter speaking, "Oh, why do you wander on this so?
Don't you know the power to heal any poor man
did flow from the lovely hand of the son of man
from the one who is love.
The man you hated so
the one who's body you left all tattered and torn
the one whose tongue never said a cross word to any man
the one you hung from a tree for all to see.
Oh, you killed the one who is love that day
and the one who was love died for the love of you all.
Oh, how you cursed his name
and with spikes you drove through his hands
as blood from his limp body ran down the tree
and stained its wood scarlet red.
Oh, the one so long expected
spoken from days of old.
the one come to save you through his dying hand.
Oh, the one who brought dead men to life
you hung dead for all to see
in place of such a man who killed so many
with his savage and murderous hand.
Written by
Olan Douglas Webb
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