Love Called My Name

I was the friend that denied You

Three times I denied You

When the third rooster crowed

And I, I handed You over

Thirty pieces of silver

Was the price of my soul

And there on the road to Damascus

I saw clearly what I was

When Your blinding light came

And love called my name

When I was lost

I had no hope

‘Till You spoke to me

You took away the shadows

That clouded my heart

I knew I was found on that day

When love called my name

I, I was the man who

Was washing his hands to

Hand over a King

And I said I wouldn’t believe it

Unless I could see it:

The scarred hands and feet

And I was the thief hung beside You

Deserving to die but

You shouldered the blame

I was the friend they had laid in the grave

‘Till I heard through the sorrowful cries

The voice that commanded the wind and the waves

Say “Arise, arise” – and love called my name