Wayne Watson I Corinthians 10: 12/I Peter 2: 21-22 I read the mornin' paper To my surprise and shame Said a black eye of embarrassment Been attached to Jesus' name Some mortal man convicted of some moldy moral sin And the skeptics wage their tongues and say "There goes that Jesus again" The story graced the TV And the magazines too long And if my heart ain't broken yet There must be somethin' wrong Because but for the grace of God I know it could be me And all that's left for me to do Is to help the world to see Chorus That's not Jesus He doesn't carry on that way Just some flesh and blood like you and me Somehow gone astray That's not Jesus, no No matter what "they" say He doesn't need me to defend Him He just wants me to obey He just wants me to obey Have you seen the masterpiece Of Jesus on the cross Well, if He's still a-hangin' there I'm hopeless--I am lost I believe the tomb is empty And the stone's been rolled away And because of all this trouble I still feel compelled to say Chorus And if your vision of Him Has gotten somehow blurred By a stumbling soldier in the field I'd like to say "I'm sorry" And remind you of one thing One day all the Truth will be revealed Repeat Chorus