Michael Card. How did it feel to take the place. Of honor at the meal. To take the sup from His own hand. A prophesy to seal. Was it because He washed your feet.
Michael Card. On a gray April morning as a chilling wind blew. A thousand dark promises were about to come true. As Satan stood trembling, knowing now he had lost.
Michael Card. I am an old rabbi. Where's the Child who was here only yesterday. How my heart start to beat as I sat at His feet. For the things He'd say.
Michael Card. Chorus. Tell the world that Jesus loves you. Tell them you've found a forever friend. You've opened up your heart's door to Him. The love of Jesus has no end.