Mark Heard - Family Name

Every eye was on Him
For the words He had spoken
About sight for the blind
And good news for the poor
That now is the time
To restore all the broken
When all those imprisoned
Are captive no more

They were amazed at His words
Of wisdom and wonder
A Boy from the hometown
Of some they could claim
And everyone there knew
His father and mother
He poured the cup
Into His family name

They feasted on ruin
And hungered for healing
But to these poor humans
No healing would come
No saviour for them
And their hearts were they feeling
Isn't He only
The carpenter's Son?

Family name

In the streets of their city
The hopelessness rages
Their limited vision
Could not ascertain
That the One Who walked among them
Was the Hope of the ages
He poured the cup
Into His family name