There is a man I used to know,
I think his name is, Jesus
He walked upon the land and sea
I think his name is Jesus
he spoke with words of God and man
and healed the blind and lame
He fed the sheep with his own hand
and called each one by name
There is a man, the seed of God
they say his name is Jesus
I cannot hear his voice too loud
and so I call out, JESUS?
and that is when this man,
he reaches down for me,
and walking on the sand, he pulls me from the sea
speaking words from heaven, he feeds my weary soul
Calling out my name, How could I let him go?
and though I only thought about this man who knew me well
he waited for me every day and caught me when I fell
now I give him all my doubt and tell him all my pain
he listens to each trouble
he makes me new again
when I forget and I often do
he came to save and wipe each tear
I simply call His name
that’s when I feel him near
