i am not a thief, i am not a murderer, but what if i was
maybe i'd see justice, maybe i would pay for all the evil things i've done
but the thief and the murderer, they cry Oh Lord hear our plea!
they find refuge not through justice, but through mercy.
i am not a blind man, i am not diseased, but maybe i should be
maybe then i'd feel pain, maybe they would see that i'm not what i seem
but the blind man and the leper, they cry Oh Lord we believe!
they find healing not through deception, but through certainty.
never walked a bloody mile or carried the world's burdens, but I know someone who did
just a lowly preacher born like you and me and this is what he said:
no greater love has anyone than that they give their life for a friend
but when I was still his enemy, Jesus died for me.
i'm a thief, i'm a murderer, i'm a blind man, i'm diseased
for i took the Son of Righteousness and i nailed him to the tree
yes i take the Son of Righteousness and i nail him to a tree
i am a thief, i'm a murderer, but i say death where is your sting?
for i know that in the Risen Son i am truly free
i'm a blind man, i'm a leper, but i say Lord I believe!
and i know that in the Risen Son i am truly free

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