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
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