BARA...BBAS!

 I met the man…I met the man!

No not the Man…I mean the man…

From Pilate’s court with joy he ran

‘I’m free again!’  the words he chimed

The market square, he stood to dance

Condemned to death, today he sang

“I don’t believe what He the Man…”

“had told the world ‘bout He’s the One…”

“But  all I knew, my death at hand”

“For me to be then He was hung”

He sung, he sung, a treacherous man

Who’s place He took, the only Son

His legs, His hands, the nails were rammed

His blood He shed though all He’d done

Was love beyond what we could stand

I met the man…I met the man!

And now you read and dare demand

“Who is the man you seem to shun?”

The man I met was me undone

Today I’m done

To Him I thank

©Prince Ampofo | www.palministry.org