Who was this man

Who was this man who passed on by?

I think I’ve seen his face before

He looks like someone I have seen

A man the people called the Lord.

I saw him up in Bethany

He called a dead man from the grave.

I think I saw him walking tall

upon the sea of Gallilee’s waves

When I was thirsty he made wine

While at a wedding far away

I once was hungry way up north

And he made bread and fish that day.

And now he’s looking worse for wear

A cross upon his wounded back

The weight is more than he can bear

The strength to carry it he lacks

I followed on up to the cross

another carried it for him

They nailed his hands to that old cross

I’m told that’s how he died for sin.

And now I saw them take him down

After he died upon that tree

they rushed him off and out of town

to put him in a tomb for free

Then as I left on Sunday morn

I saw something I recall

I saw that man, the same that died

He was alive and walking tall!