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I know a man born of blood

And flesh like you and me

But this man was no man behind the flesh

He was the Son of God you see,



Come to earth with a mission and a plan

Made in heaven above

A plan of giving and ultimate Sacrifice

A Plan to continue God's Love



He lived his life among the crowds

Dwelling among sinners and saints abroad

Never holding one above the other

They were all Created bye his Father's Word...



He healed the lame and cured the sick

And changed the lives of many

No one had ever matched up to him

No, there had never been any



But one day the crowd who he loved so much

Who should have held him with fame

Were drawn to pick out an enemy of the state

And they all began to chant his name



So he carried that Cross, strait to the Hill

Where these final words were said

He spoke them aloud as his father turned away

"It is finished" and then he was dead



For three days he lay cold

And colorless in a tomb

But on the third day he rose again,

As re leaving his mother's womb



So you say he was born again

And at the expense of his life

You and I can all rise from the dead

No matter our sin or strife