He was born in an obscure village
The child of a peasant woman
Never ventured far from that obscure village
Till He was past eleven

He never held a post, He never held an office
He was the Lord of hosts, but all the world just scoffed at Him

And He performed such fabulous miracles
But they said He was a faker
And when He told them it's all for God's cause
They called Him a lying traitor

They hung Him on a cross between two common thieves
But it was worth the cost, for He still listens to our pleas

Two thousand years, they have come and gone
But He lives on forever
Of the Father, He was God's Son
He wasn't a lying traitor

And He still loves you too, ya know He really means it
And you can have it too, if you will only just receive it

---

Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.