There was a lonely gentle Man
robbed, sandals on His feet,
ambling along the street.
He'd pause to chat a little while
with everyone He'd meet ...
many shuffled their feet.
He bowed His head, shed a tear, cried.
The devil was right, hadn't lied ...
they turned Him away--Christ defied.

I saw sweat run down His brow, wow.
The devil remained cool,
"You thirst, Christ, for a fool"
Suddenly I saw and Praise God
I was thirsty ... for you,
made ice water for two.
I saw the nail prints in each hand,
told the devil 'you're a scam, scram',
You lifted up from this sad land.

"God had nearly given up hope
that anyone believed."
That moment I received
grace and mercy. Truly I believe!