Jesus encountered ten men as He walked the road
Scabbed and scarred, with many a festering wound
Outcasts, untouchables, exile their only abode
To a life of pain and loneliness they were doomed
In His mercy He spoke, Go show yourself to a priest
They went forth in obedience, their skin now fresh and anew
Only one, seeing he was healed, his journey he ceased
He cried, Jesus, Messiah my thanks and praise I give to you
Let me be the one Lord, let me be that one
Who dying in sin, with festering soul and heart
Through Your love You cleanse, and I become undone
Crying out, oh My Lord, how great Thou art
Yes Lord that one I want to be; all my gratitude to You is due
Your beautiful grace demands a response from me
Not just lip service, but my life fully lived for you
So that Your love and sacrifice others will see
You rescued me from exile, an outcast no more
Joy and fellowship and Your love now is mine
Praise and thanks will from my lips always pour
My indebtedness for that sacrifice divine
A Russian proverb of old, yet so apropos
“Those who have the disease called Jesus will never be cured”
Immune to you, I pray I will never grow
I will forever love and trust You, of this be assured
I will be that one, this choice I now make
To follow You all of my days
Giving you my life, all for Your sake
Walking only in Your will and in Your ways.
Gail M. Holleman