We are the ones with leprosy, whose hands
Are marked by our corruption. Men avoid
Our taint, would rather cross the other side.
We are a bitterness to them and us.
We are the ones with leprosy. Our sin
Worn on our flesh for all the world to see,
Despising what they fear. Themselves writ large
We are the scapegoats of their secrecy.
We are the ones found out, forever shamed.
We are the ones who don’t look as we should.
We are the ones who smell a little off.
We are the ones who didn’t make the grade.
We are the ones whom God has cast aside.
We are the ones who walk a living death,
The object lessons of the universe.
We carry mortal failure on our breath.
We are the ones with leprosy. Our fear
Makes sunlight dark, makes rain burn us like fire.
We have no hope less than a miracle.
Where is the mercy for our slavery?
And yet he comes, he who is unafraid
Of our worst darkness. Reaches out to touch
Our vast uncleanness, and we are remade
Given, by love, a glory we can clutch.