| Some say he was an outlaw, that he roamed across the land
|
| With a band of unschooled ruffians and few old fishermen
|
| No one knew just where he came from, or exactly what he’d done
|
| But they said it must be something bad that kept him on the run
|
| Some say he was a poet, that he’d stand upon the hill
|
| That his voice could calm an angry crowd and make the waves stand still
|
| That he spoke in many parables that few could understand
|
| But the people sat for hours just to listen to this man
|
| Some say a politician who spoke of being free
|
| He was followed by the masses on the shores of Galilee
|
| He spoke out against corruption and he bowed to no decree
|
| And they feared his strength and power so they nailed him to a tree
|
| Some say he was a sorcerer, a man of mystery
|
| He could walk upon the water, he could make a blind man see
|
| That he conjured wine at weddings and did tricks with fish and bread
|
| That he talked of being born again and raised people from the dead
|
| Some say he was the Son of God, a man above all men
|
| That he came to be a servant and to set us free from sin
|
| And that’s who I believe he is cause that’s what I believe
|
| And I think we should get ready cause it’s time for us to leave |