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