In this world of pain and laughter
‘Mid the clash of clocks and dreams
On my heart there weighs another
Who once lived captive, lone and weak
In that prison of his childhood
Locked from love and kept from Thee
Did his heart not know of mercy
Never taste of Cavalry's stream?
That Thy Word should be so twisted!
That in what both heals and saves
He should only see a weapon
Made to capture and enslave!
When he later knew Thy goodness
Knelt and hailed Thee as his King
Did that shadow still pursue him
Keep him from a fuller being?
May I speak in truth and mercy
Love the broken, lead to Him
May I die before betraying them
Just like Judas, with a kiss
Make me in the string of minutes
Straight a pathway, Lord, to Thee
Who for every hopeless child
Bled and died on Calvary's tree