A man, like you and I.
Walked the streets of an ancient city,
a time ago. His words rang out, "I tell you
the truth."
A man, like you and I.
With a father above and a mother
below. He paved a way for us to be
the fathers children.
A man, like you and I.
But a man he was not, Son of God
and saviour to the lost. His blood
poured out to buy our pardon.
A man, like you and I.
The perfect man who walked the
streets of an ancient time, and from
above calls us each by name.
Words in red, the ones we read.
Still they ring out, "I tell you the truth."
"I am the way the truth and the light,
No one comes to the father , but by
me."
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