That Doesn't Tell You What Jesus Means to Me
I could try to disguise my thoughts,
Sing like a poet with subtleties,
Act like a soldier in camouflage,
That doesn’t tell you what Jesus means to me.
Maybe I’m a man who has opened his eyes,
Maybe I’m a boy who’s tired of living lies,
Maybe I’m a fish who’s tired of running from the sea,
That doesn’t tell you what Jesus means to me.
I could play classical guitar,
I could folk pick minuets,
I could direct strings and clarinets,
That doesn’t tell you what Jesus means to me.
Maybe I’m a songwriter on a stage,
Maybe I’m a person in your masquerade,
Maybe I’m nothing but a passing song,
That doesn’t tell you what Jesus means to me.
Maybe I’m a word that wants to cut your pride down.
Maybe I’m His Word that wants to stab you,
Maybe I’m nothing but a passing song,
Maybe I’m amazed at what God can do.
Maybe I’d like to see Him do it to you.
I was everything’s slave,
I’m slowly becoming free.
That doesn’t tell you what Jesus means to me.
Well maybe it’s that He cares so much,
Maybe it’s that I don’t care at all;
Maybe it’s that I know how it is to be desperate.
That doesn’t tell you what Jesus means to me.
He died on the cross for you and me;
By his wounds we are set free.
Grace and Mercy on Calvary’s Tree -
That starts to tell you what Jesus means to me.