Some say there's a man
In these Galilean hills
With fire in His fingers
And a voice with words that heal
Some say He's a prophet
A liar or a fool
And speaks as if He
Spun the world from a spool
Well, read my eyes
There's no words to say
I'll hold my tongue
Until I see Him face to face
And find if there is grace
For me
Well, He fed five thousand
In a house not built by hands
And calmed the waters
Things none can understand
Well, read my eyes
There's no words to say
I'll hold my tongue
Until I see Him face to face
And find if there is grace
For me
Well, read my eyes
There's no words to say
I'll hold my tongue
Until I see Him face to face
Well, read my eyes
To silence I am sworn
I'll hold my tongue
For when He calmed my storm
And took the twisted thorn
In that moment I was born
Again