You looked at me among the men
That stood and listened to You then
I weighed Your words in my own heart
And of Your truth took only part.
I followed You on sunny days
Hiding from Your steadfast gaze
I called myself a Pharisee
And set myself apart.
I seldom did the terrible sins
That seemed the lot of publicans
My heart was full of darker deeds
Though I was blind- thought I could see.
And while I chose the path that seemed
to be so right in my own eyes
Your eyes invoked one final plea
And You chose the road to Calvary-
For me
for me
for even me
Your blood has cleansed this Pharisee.