The Pharisees and Sadducees were not happy men.
To control was their destiny, they said.
Jesus was taking away all their fun,
And for that, they wanted his head.

One woman touched his robe
and she was cured for good.
The Romans son was saved at home
if believing, he only could.

And he saved them all, yes he did.
Saved them one by one.
As he walked from town to town,
but that was just half the fun.

And the lepers all cried, “save me!”

All they had to do was believe,
believe he was the son of God.
And believe they did, and he saved them all.
Now tell me, isn’t it odd?

That one’s belief should save one’s soul,
when only moments before,
your eternal soul was damned to hell
and now you receive so much more.

And he saved them all, yes he did.
He saved them one by one.
As he walked from town to town,
but that was just half the fun.

And the lepers all cried, “save me!”

Their diseases and blindness fell away,
like scales from their eyes.
Everyone wanted him for something,
everyone wanted the prize.

And he gave it to them, gave them all,
Exactly what they thought they would need.
And when they took his life away,
his advice they would not heed.

Be nice to each other, don’t be fools,
treat each other well.
You don’t know when you’ll need each other,
no one can truly tell.

And he saved them all, yes he did.
Saved them one by one.
As he walked from town to town,
but that was just half the fun.

And the lepers all cried, ”save me!”