Dirt
(Rich Mullins)
Jesus stood like a king on a mountain-dressed all up in beggar's clothes.
And, He sowed the seeds of His kingdom in the land where the thorn and thistle grows.
And, He hung like a thief when it was His turn to die.
And, He knew enough grief to make all Heaven's angels cry.
I can't believe how He loved everybody.
But, somehow love is what He chose.
He rode in on the back of a donkey when He came into Jeruselem.
Bright as day He was shining on His journey. Folks laid their coats down before Him.
He had done so much. It was time for a finale.
Would He talk of love, or would He raise Him up an army?
He just humbled Himself-serving all the people.
He did take away our sin.
Flowers grow in a skyward direction
But, their roots grow deep into the dirt.
'Till I find my way home to Heaven
I must walk the paths of the earth.
Jesus stood like a king on a mountain-dressed all up in beggar's clothes.
And, He sowed the seeds of His kingdom in the land where the thorn and thistle grows.
And, He hung like a thief when it was His turn to die.
And, He knew enough grief to make all Heaven's angels cry.
I can't believe how He loved everybody.
But, somehow love is what He chose.
Flowers grow in a skyward direction
But, their roots grow deep into the dirt.
'Till I find my way home to Heaven
I must walk the paths of the earth.
©richmullinsongs
