Jesus On His Feet
Whiplash, cold,
Nature looks down from the sky,
Now take hold,
Now take all the times you tried,
Said and done,
Shimmer marigold refrain,
Lost and won,
Jesus sandals on the train.
Children's tears,
Saltwater on your face,
Wasted years,
They've all gone without a trace,
Second glance,
Second obstacle to beat,
Ocean dance,
Jesus Christ took to his feet.
Jesus on his feet.
Jesus on his feet.
Jesus on his feet.
Cowhide squared,
Leather patches on your eye,
You were scared,
you questioned your own alibi,
Wanting touch,
A touch that seemed to me,
To mean so much,
Jesus walked on Galilee.
Painted man,
With roses on his chest,
And one that ran,
From the sinners to the blessed,
A naked girl,
The Grim Reaper looking neat,
But best of all,
He had Jesus on his feet.
Jesus on his feet.
Jesus on his feet.
Jesus on his feet.
Like a madman scorned, then frightened by the terror in theye eyes, in the eyes, in their eyes.
They crucified the one!
So who came along
To help Jesus to His feet?
Jesus on his feet.
Jesus on his feet.
Jesus on his feet.