Wayward soul, did you see the way he looked at you?
Did you see the crowd he pushed through?
And nameless soul did you wonder if he’d speak your name?
Were you so surprised when he touched your shame?

When we look at his hands filled with thorny crowns
But he’s raising the dead and he’s changing our nouns
With a son gone and died, with a leper’s curse
The blind come un-blind and darkness reversed
But we’re too scared to look at you

And homeless soul, did you take off your shoes and hang up your coat?
Don’t you know, when he’s here, we’re meant to roam?
And ageless soul, did he speak of a fire that does not consume?
But it waters the soul till we’re fully bloomed

When we look at his hands filled with thorny crowns
But he’s raising the dead and he’s changing our nouns
With a son gone and died, with a leper’s curse
The blind come un-blind and darkness, darkness reversed