There came a kind and gentle man
from a town called Galilee.
Spent his whole life reaching out to folks like you and me.
He said his father sent him,
bearing gifts from up above.
To those believing in him,
he offered faith, hope, and love
with his arms wide open.
He walked from town to town with his arms wide open,
that each lost sheep might be found.
From the youngest to the old,
to the weak and wayward souls,
with his arms wide open,
he came gathering his fold.
And when he talked about his kingdom,
well it threw the kings a curve,
cause with all
his father's power,
he said he came to serve.
The weary and the destitute were the ones
that he called friends.
No wonder he had prostitutes and even lepers follow him,
cause with his
arms wide open,
he welcomed one and all with his arms wide open.
He tore down all those
walls from sinners filled with shame,
to the blind and the lame,
with his arms wide open.
He loved them all the same,
and when his days on earth were through,
he'd given all that
he could give.
So it's no surprise that he died the same way that he lived,
with his arms wide open.
He hung there from a cross with his arms wide open,
that not one soul would be lost.
He turned the other cheek when they nailed him to a tree,
with his arms wide open.
He rescued you and me with his arms wide open.
He set this old world free with his arms wide open.
He bought our eternity.
There came a kind and gentle man
from a town called Galilee.