You want to see me clearly
You want to know what I'm about You want to know why there were always these crowds Why all the sick people and outcasts dared come out to see me You heard the voice from heaven saying "I have glorified My name and will glorify it again" You asked Simon Peter if he knew me You stood near the centurion who declared "Surely this man is the Son of God" You saw me die Days later you passed by Mary on the street You were nearly blown over by her joy None of it made sense to you, not quite Not quite But you can't get the image out of your head Of those seven baskets left over of bread You haven't stopped trying to understand You still want to know what I'm about Well I am here before you now You may ask me Face to face You may come close Come close Come and see Comments are closed.
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