I wish I was a flame dancing in a candle Lighting up your living room high on a mantle I could bring some romance without any scandal And then when you were done you'd just put me out I wish I was a tune you sang in your kitchen Putting your groceries away and washing your dishes I could float around your tongue and ease the tension And then when you were done you'd just quiet down But, if I get too close Will the magic fade? Would I turn you off or away? If I pull you in Would I push you out Of something here you care about? I'm at a loss for what to do I'm drawn to you I wish I was a sweater wrapped around your hips And when it got too cold into me you'd slip And when the sun came back you would hang me up And I would watch you while you undress But, if I get too close Will the magic fade? Would I turn you off or away? If I pull you in Now, would I push you out Of something here you care about? Well, I'm at a loss for what to do But, I'm drawn to you I'm not a song I am not a sweater I'm not a fire I am something better I'm a man in love writing you a letter Will you take it? Will you keep it? Will you read it? Believe it I love you I'm sorry

What manner of man is this Who tires as soon as I? What manner of man is this, this Man that I've seen cry When His friend faced death? But with His next breath, Raised him yet alive? What manner of man is this Whom winds and seas obey? What kind of man is this Who teaches how to pray Like we've never known? "Go before the throne Of the Father on high." He is Jesus, King of creation! He is Jesus, Lord of all nations! Bound up in humanness, needing food and sleep and rest. Fully man, yet wholly God! What manner of man is this? What manner of man is this, Who stands out from the crowd? What kind of man is this before Whom a father bows And with sorrowed voice makes the humble choice To beg his daughter's life? What manner of man is this Who makes a blind man see, And frees an outcast soul from his leprosy? Takes a laughingstock, and then makes him walk, Just like you and me! He is Jesus, King of creation! He is Jesus, Lord of all nations! Bound up in humanness, needing food and sleep and rest. Fully man, yet wholly God! What manner of man is this? What manner of man is this, Who stands in Pilate's hall While screaming crowds insist He die and suffer all! What kind of man is this, suspended 'tween earth and heav'n, In blood and agony, so I could be forgiv'n? What manner of man is this? What manner of God is this?