There's a man down in the street Says he's the Messiah Telling people he is the Chosen One Says that He is in the Father And the Father's in the Son
Empty nets made full of fish And blind eyes that see Didn't he used to work with wood in Galilee? Now he's in the synagogue Telling people they are wrong To live as whitewashed tombs Full of dead men's bones
Some say he is the Son of God Others laugh and call him mad Well do you think he's who they say he is Or just a carpenter gone bad?
People talking about him wherever I go They say he teaches with authority Is there something I don't know? The say it is his fervent prayer That we stay in the Father's care And believe that he is the Word made man
Some say he is the Son of God Others laugh and call him mad Well do you think he's who he says he is Or just a carpenter gone bad?