On a different day I enter the road To the old Jerusalem I'm starting to walk the road as I can hear The sound of a joyful noise
I see a crowd of people who's gathered Around a man who looks so poor That I never imagined could exist His dirty body is only covered With the shreds of his clothes He is probably one of the homeless, a beggar The lowest of them all
Yet he behaves like the most happy man I've ever heard or seen I can see his face, smiling and laughing But I don't know why The people around him is telling me That this man has been healed His whole life he has been blind But now he can see I say: "Who has healed this man?"
His name is Jesus, they say He is the Messiah The Son of God, the Prince of peace Sent down to earth to wash us clean from sin So we can see the light of day No matter what wrong you have done He can forgive you from it all Hust call His name and you will see Believe in Jesus, and all your sins must flee
So I asked the man: Where can I find Jesus, the son of God? He said: They fulfilled the prophecies, That a man would die and rise again On the third day And that he would pay the price of guilt Through a blood covenant I have seen His face, He is alive He has shown me His nail-marks He said: go into all the world And preach good news God loves mankind