Hero

There He goes, a Hero, the Savior to the world
 There He stands with scars in His hands
 With love, He gave His life so we could be free
 The Savior of the world
 You turn on the news, it's evil in every way,
 It's like we're waiting on superman to save the day
 That's why when I was youngster I used to pray
 That there could be a way God could walk among us
 See the darkened faces and the hardened hearts
 And see a Brenda still putting babies up in the dumpster
 But when I found out he came was perfect from a babe,
 Counting equality with God nothing to be attained,
 He was living to save, forgiving our shame,
 Though we was deserving to blame, He preferred to give grace
 But they still put Him in chains, battered, beaten, and slain
 Robes tattered and stained then he was thrown in the grave
 Then he rose in three days so good morning,
 Cuz the son has been raised
 And as the tears run down my face and fall to my feet
 I heard a man crying out in the street, talking bout you and me.
 There will be no mourning, there will be no crying
 He wipes every tear and stops us all from dying
 From every tribe and every nation and every climate
 A beautiful tapestry with God as the designer
 Until I see His face, amazing grace is my reminder
 This is the power of the cross though we're lost he can find us.
 He's the good shepherd, the Priest, the Cornerstone
 The greatest servant and the king sitting on the throne.
 If I was told I could save every person on the globe
 By giving up my son, I'd tell em no
 But it pleased the Father to crush Him, He gave himself up
 With no discussion, now we all stand blood covered
 Redeemed us, He cleaned us, purchased and then freed us,
 All this work but Lord, you don't need us
 You saved me, so I don't want nothing if it's not in You
 Your led your Son to the cross, help me follow suit.
 I grew up hearing about Martin, Malcom, and Mandela
 I can't tell 'em how they inspired this young fella
 But something in their music drew me
 I guess that's why they call 'em artists, thought these people knew me
 And I'm hoping for a new me, the present one is dying slow
 These artists that I love, I love them cuz they say they dyin too
 We dyin to be more than what we are, we chasin,
 We medicate our pain with fake sensations feeling vacant
 Can anybody save us, can someone relieve us
 And in this time of pain I call upon the name of Jesus
 He answered with his bleeding, his torture, his beatin
 He said 'I love you so much that I'd die to give you freedom'
 From then on I believed Him, I thought I didn't need Him
 But all my other idols couldn't save me from my evil
 A heathen, a zero, the worst of any people
 Was rescued by the Lord of all - Jesus, my Hero.