But from where is his power won
That we see so clear
Is He not the carpenter’s son?
Are not his siblings here?
So thought His neighbours walking dead
Who thought God’s Lamb to know
Until The Truth reaches the head
Like fools through life we go
But giving sight unto the blind
The prisoner setting free
Touching the heart touching the mind
For the future to see
Where the eyes are no longer dim
Where the mind’s quick and sure
Where to know Him is to love Him
Now here and evermore
Though most today still think Him odd
Some myth or fairy tale
Not The Son of our living God
Just a story gone stale
But Jesus is, as Jesus said
If we see, as some can
The One who came to raise the dead
Is God! Yet son of man
Jesus is life! He’s Heaven’s Door
The Root of David too
He’s strength all to endure
And love for me and you
Know Jesus is creation’s cause
The Truth made flesh and bone
Know Christ and eternity’s yours
With Him on Heaven’s throne
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem