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

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