When you think of me just what do you see,
a babe, wrapped up tight in a cloak?
Or a fairy tale myth who's been set free,
or a man whose back nearly broke?
When you think of me just why should you fear,
the end, it's not what you believe?
The coming wrath will eliminate tears,
bring mankind's long needed reprieve.
When you think of me do you miss the point,
your troubles, were they caused by Me?
It's for you my Father did thus anoint,
his Son, who will soon set you free.
When you think of me does it move your heart,
to sing, give praise to my Father?
I promise you this, if you'll do your part,
I'll take care of you, my brother!