Was he a poet turned radical politician, trying to start a revolution?
Preacher on a mission, talking about fishing in a new kind of kingdom?
Or a small town wannabe, tired of carpentry, carving out a little thing?
John or Elijah, teacher, messiah, or just someone trying to make a name?
Or could the one we know as Marissa, be the long-awaited holy one?
So you're a cynic, oh well I get it, it's hard to trust what you can't see
You've been broken, how can you hope in, or believe in a mystery?
Oh you oughta know, gotta know where you stand
Who do you say that I am?
Two thousand years counting, the question's still mounting, the answer's still a mystery
Science can't prove it, critics accuse it, of being a crutch for the weak
And the leper's still leaping, the blind man's see, it's just a nice fairy tale
Fact or fiction, or real destruction, or pennies down in a well?
While you're weary rushing with the truth, oh, could the truth be reaching out to you?
So you're a cynic, oh well I get it, it's hard to trust what you can't see
You've been broken, how can you hope in, or believe in a mystery?
Oh you oughta know, gotta know where you stand
Who do you say that I am?
Oh they question if I'm just a man, still the answer is who you say that I am
So you're a cynic, oh well I get it, it's hard to trust what you can't see
You've been broken, how can you hope in, or believe in a mystery?
And all of your questions just keep you guessing, when all you want is to be free
Oh you oughta know, gotta know where you stand
Who do you say that I am?
Oh you oughta know, gotta know where you stand
Who do you say that I am?
Who do you say that I am?
Who do you say that I am?