This Man

Who is this man, you ask of me,

Just an ordinary man, he looks to be.

And yet he has something very unique,

Just the touch of his hand strengthens the weak.

Who is this man, you demand to know,

Who heals the sick, everywhere he goes.

Why he looks no different than you and me,

Yet by the sound of his voice the blind can see.

Who is this man, so just and wise,

Who is this man with the loving eyes.

Why do you not see his nail scarred hands,

Or his wounded head from the thorn crown band.

Can you not feel the hole in his side,

And can you not know how he must have cried.

You are not blind so why don't you see,

Now surely you know who he must be.

This is the man who bore our cross,

Who for our sins his life is lost.

This is the man who forgave you and me,

This is the man from calvary.

Praise be to God!

Jimmy T. Muirhead