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Who you were, is whom I want to be...
Who is this man? This man that was loved What he had was more than enough He is whom, whom I want to be Oh how I wish, how I wish he were me Passover
In Chapter thirteen he finally showed up Leaning on his breast he drank from the cup When questioned, he asked “Who is it Lord?” I wonder if he knew he was so adored Praetorium
And he went in with him when everyone left He had to stay close to settle his debt Fearful of nothing not even death The actions those men took they’d soon regret Who is this man? This man that was loved... Only to return with two who adored Him just the same “Woman, behold your son”, there’s no one to blame “Son, behold your mother”, I now give you this name
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Then he outran The Rock and got there first Stooping down outside he expected the worst The rolled up cloth made him believe right away He was the first to know what happened that day
Chorus Loose him and let him go! For this disciple shall not die Our one of a kind bond Is a living testimony that’s been denied Oh I have to ask why, I have to ask why And I cry... Who is this man? This man that was loved... Standing on the shore He came within sight Cast the empty net you have out to the right “It is the Lord” he said, then He left their sight
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Ó2005 Jeffrey P. Bosworth (Boz) Lyrics Reprinted Only By Permission
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