The Good Samaritan

THE GOOD SAMARITAN He went out from Jerusalem and as he went his way Some thieves came by and beat him and left him there to stay. The priest saw his condition, walked on the other side; The Levite, too, passed by him, too caught up in his pride. But then a good Samaritan stopped and looked at his case, Realized the need he had there as he saw the disgrace. He took the time to treat him with oil and with the wine And took him to the city to some lodging there to find. He gave the keeper money so that the man could stay And said he’d pay the difference when he came back that way. Like that man, once I wandered from Christ and went astray, And Satan, the great robber, stole all my life away. The rituals of the priesthood and ceremonial flair Could not bring me salvation, though oft I traveled there. And legalism’s standards, though you are right and true Did nothing for my sinning nor helped me better do. But then there came a Saviour, Christ saw what I was in And took the time to help me and cleansed me from my sin. He took me to a refuge where I could be cared for, And said I was forgiven, and did so much, much more. Now how can I best thank Him for what He did for me? I can go and do likewise, a need to clearly see. A one-on-one assistance to someone in distress, Whatever way I’m able to do my very best. For since Christ showed compassion on me when I was bruised, I’ll do whate’er I can do, by Him I will be used. Whatever task He gives me, though small in eyes of men, Will not be if I do it as a good Samaritan.