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He was a carpenter, a simple man |
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Living a simple life in Nazareth, the story tells |
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His mother always knew that He was meant |
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To serve a special purpose here, the angel had said, the story tells |
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He was carrying his gift inside |
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His heart divine, his mind so bright |
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With healing powers at his hand |
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He was reaching out a helping hand |
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To those in need, the blind to see |
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Lazarus, arise |
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Messiah, oh Messiah |
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See the son of god among |
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Saints and sinners, old and young |
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Speaking words of wisdom |
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Turn the other cheek, believe |
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And the truth shall set you free |
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Spoke the man from Nazareth |
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Jesus, King of Kings |
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And he was wandering across the land |
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The winds began to change |
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As prophets had said, the story tells |
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All the priests said |
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"he's no son of god" |
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Accusing him of blasphemy |
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Of challenging authority |
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As his friend betrayed him with a kiss |
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They tortured him for all to see |
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A victim of atrocity |
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And they nailed him to a cross |
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The earth was shaking, curtains fell |
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As he spoke his final words: |
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"It is finished" |
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In his temple we were stand |
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Kings and nations turn to sand |
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And his word shall echo |
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True forgiveness for our sins |
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Eternal life for you and me |
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Spoke the man from Nazareth |
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Jesus, King of Kings |
