In my Samaria, Walking with lesions,
Latter-day maladies Torment my soul.
I lift my searching voice High to the
heavens
Pleading for grace divine, And to be
whole.
Through His discerning love, Knowing my
weakness,
And with omniscient care, God bids me
on.
Then, in His majesty, Mercy and meekness
Christs balm surrounds me - e-My stains
are gone!
(Pause) Falling to my knees, As did the
leper,
Gratitude seals my love With reverent
awe.
I raise my words in thanks -- He is my
Healer;
His past Gethsemane Cures without flaw.
Cleansed, I am wholly cleansed, Just
like the leper.
Christ is my perfect Source . . . Im
not alone.
He spent his life for me Teaching,
redeeming;
He sacrificed for me; I am His own.