I never was the prayin' kind. I never knew what to say. I always thought God was somewhere out there, a million miles away. Watchin' everything I did. Waitin' to strike me down. Until I did a little readin' and this is what I found...
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Jesus was a workin' man, they said he was a long hair. Some kind of roughneck redneck rebel from Galilee. A healer with callused hands, not afraid to fight and bleed. Well maybe somebody like that could love somebody like me.
I think if he was here today, he'd hang around us simple souls. I think he'd watch football games and Nascar, I think he'd like rock and roll. He'd be down at the local bar, takin' his best friends keys. He'd probably volunteer down there at the mission, Especially on Christmas Eve Oh!!!
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An ordinary carpenter in ordinary clothes. He didn't have to come down to Earth, but Heaven Knows!
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A healer with callused hands, not afraid to fight and bleed. Well maybe somebody like that can love somebody like me! Maybe somebody like that could love somebody like me. 'Cause Jesus was a workin' man.