The Outlaw
Some say he was an outlaw, that he roamed across the
land,
With a band of unschooled ruffians and few old
fishermen,
No one knew just where he came from, or exactly what
he'd done,
But they said it must be something bad that kept him on
the run.
Some say he was a poet, that he'd stand upon the hill
That his voice could calm an angry crowd and make the
waves stand still,
That he spoke in many parables that few could
understand,
But the people sat for hours just to listen to this
man.
Some say he was a sorcerer, a man of mystery,
He could walk upon the water, he could make a blind man
see,
That he conjured wine at weddings and did tricks with
fish and bread,
That he talked of being born again and raised people
from the dead.
Some say a politician who spoke of being free,
He was followed by the masses on the shores of Galilee,
He spoke out against corruption and he bowed to no
decree,
And they feared his strength and power so they nailed
him to a tree.
Some say he was the Son of God, a man above all men,
That he came to be a servant and to set us free from
sin,
And that's who I believe he is cause that's what I
believe,
And I think we should get ready cause it's time for us
to leave.
