The man in town, he came around, his eyes were cold and grey,
Clothes dark and dirty, fear upon his face.
The people here lived in their fear, they turned their eyes away,
No place for pity, feared, stolen faith.
Well, is it any wonder that his soul is cold?
Well, is it any wonder no fire burns to light his face,
No love to warm his soul?
A man in love came from above, was born in Galilee,
Showed us the Father, died to set us free.
He rose above and the Father's love came down to living men,
Love flows from spirit by faith in God within.
Now when you find the poor blind, don't judge the outward man,
Love of the Father will draw the soul to Him.
Well, is it any wonder that his soul is cold?
Well, is it any wonder no fire burns to light his face,
No love to warm his soul?
Well, is it any wonder that his soul is cold?
Well, is it any wonder?
© transcript Emily Beynon