The Outcast
The outcast weeps
The legalist creeps
Up to their throne
Of a heart of stone
The outcast weeps
He’s in too deep
Lives in fear
Can’t see the clear.
The outcast weeps
His tears still seep
Into his shirt
Into the dirt.
The outcast weeps
The proud heart leaps
Away from love
And those who starve.
The outcast weeps
Considered weak
But Jesus sighs
And heard their cry.
The outcast weeps
The Saviour hears
Inside the ruin
Draws them in.
Copyright © Peter Hall | Year Posted 2014
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