To the Pharisee, prostitute
Tax collector too
The leper, the sinner
Untouchables who
Cannot help themselves,
Change themselves,
Save themselves while
The world has decided
The names they’ll go by
To the failure, the fraudster
The phoney, the freak
The wicked, the woeful
The willful, the weak
Your lives are now set for you
In stone like a tomb
And every pathway now
Chosen for you
Be you branded a bigot
A harlot or worse
There’s no life for you
Under this curse
And how it weighs you down
Like a burden borne on sodden ground
To the Pharisee, prostitute,
Tax collector too
The leper, the sinner
Untouchables who
Cannot help themselves,
Change themselves,
Save themselves while
There’s One walks among you
With fullness of life
For the failure he comes
And the wicked he calls
Out of their bonds
No more judged by their falls
And to no longer stick to the script
They’ve received
To know themselves love,
Now to trust and believe
Be you branded a bigot
A harlot or worse
There’s life in abundance
An end to this curse
There’s One to save you now
And set your feet on solid ground
Yes there’s One to save you now
And set your feet on solid ground
For every life that’s diminished, undone
In this litany of losers, of which I am one
But one now who knows himself in whole,
Not in part
Whate’er else I am,
I’ve been loved from the start.
Chorus
To the Pharisee, prostitute,
Tax collector too
The leper, the sinner
Untouchables who
Are called now to know themselves
By more than their sin
Though poor in the spirit
There’s riches within.
