When Mary first came to him
She was burdened down by sin;
Her body scared by her disgrace
The shame of sin was on her face.
But Jesus reached out in love
Gave her peace from above.
And she cried “Lord, thank you for what you’ve done!”
Zacchaeus, rich in earthly wealth, But sad and poor within himself.
He was a chief Publican, but by the crowds, he was shunned.
One day he heard Jesus call his name
From that day, he was not the same.
Joyfully he shouted, “Lord, I thank you for what you’ve done!”
As for me, with no name, fame, or wealth,
With nothing to offer but myself.
I heard you answer, “That’s enough.”
You’ve supplied my every need.
From bonds of sin I have been freed.
Through tears I cry, “Thank you, Lord, for what you’ve done.”