(John, chapter 9... You know who ‘you’ are)

So you want to blame my Jesus... for the crime of healing me

You want to make Him pay now... You want to see Him bleed

I tell you I was blind... from birth I could not see

But you will not read the signs... you’re like I used to be

Well who am I to speak now... a beggar in your eyes

Another homeless person, worthless in your eyes, in your eyes, in your eyes

My Lord He came to set us free... to give us life abundantly

He paid the penalty... for the likes of us

He gave his life for me when I was nothing but dust... He game

He gave up the high post for me... He laid it down now; Can’t you see?

Jesus Christ my king, your word means everything. Oh death, where is your sting?

Oh my Jesus. Oh my Lord... You heal the sick, feed the poor

Oh my Jesus. Oh my Lord... You are the cure to the world

You want to blame my Jesus for all of your war crimes

You want to blame my saviour for all of your lies, all of your lies, all of your lies

The people fell apart when they put Him on the tree, but got it back together in 24/3 And all you

Pharisees with broad phylacteries, you can kill the holy prophets, but not their prophesy

Ooh You steal the money, you store the bread

You seek a life already dead

He gave you everything you ever wanted

so the people on the street would know the Father

He gave us the living water...

You only gave us burdens... heavy,,, so heavy,,, Heavy