America gomorrah

More than a carpenter

America gomorrah
It's a nice day for a walk
I think I'll go to the lake
I see the people standing there
I hear a voice

"Friend, tell me what's going on?"
He shakes his head and walks away
I see a man in a boat
I hear him speak

Birds!
Rocks!
Thorns!
Good soil!

You think you see, but you are blind
You think you hear you do not understand
Your hearts are hard, you've closed your mind
Oh, I would heal you!

More than a man
The Son of Man
More than a carpenter
With Eyes of Fire
And voice like a stream/thunder
His words cut to the bone

He tells another tale as I watch
I sense his words are true
Though he talks in riddles
I know there's more

Many leave now, though I stay
I need to understand
Tell me more, I need to know
Who you are

Who is this man, a carpenter?
How did he learn such truth?
Who is this man, a carpenter?
No, so much more

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