This Jesus

Once upon a dusty road there walked a man
Sorrow was all he owned
But his humble life and death brought
The greatest change this world has known

Before he was born he set the world in place
And hung the stars out in the sky
For he told of sparrows that might fall
He first gave them wings to fly

This could be no ordinary man
This Jesus
Author and servant of God's plan
This Jesus
For the creator became the creation
Son of God, son of man

The savior of the world was cut down in his prime
Buried under all our shame
Knowing as he bored that fatal guilt
Some day we would praise his name

Before his hands were scarred
He made the hands that held
The very spear that pierced his own side
Sometime back before the stones were made
He chose the one he'd roll aside

Oh, this could be no ordinary man
This Jesus
Author and servant of God's plan
This Jesus
For the creator became the creation
Son of God, son of man

So praise our creator who became our savior
Son of God, son of man.