Humble Jesus I see you stumbling through the wilderness Your body aching to be fed Just to lay down and rest So tired and human I hear a voice, sweet-talking Like a siren singing to ya Turn these stones into bread Do it your way instead 'Cause what are they to ya But your heart was set On the hard road ahead Though you'd pay such a heavy price Now my table is set With the wine and the bread And your joy it is somehow mine Humble Jesus I see you praying in the garden I see the blood and tears falling As you face all the darkness And you take my cup But your heart was set On the hard road ahead Though you'd pay such a heavy price Now my table is set With the wine and the bread And your joy it is somehow mine Dying Jesus I see you hanging on that tree now People laughing saying come down The nails in your hands now But love made you stay 'Cause your heart was set On the hard road ahead Though you'd pay such a heavy price Now my table is set With the wine and the bread And your joy, it is somehow mine And your joy, it is somehow mine