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