John 8:1-11
Forgiving Eyes
by Michael Card
by Michael Card
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
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
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 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.
