I read the mornin` paper
To my surprise and shame
Said a black eye of embarrassment
Been attached to Jesus` name
Some mortal man convicted of some moldy moral sin
And the skeptics wage their tongues and say
`There goes that Jesus again`
The story graced the TV
And the magazines too long
And if my heart ain`t broken yet
There must be somethin` wrong
Because but for the grace of God
I know it could be me
And all that`s left for me to do
Is to help the world to see
Chorus
That`s not Jesus
He doesn`t carry on that way
Just some flesh and blood like you and me
Somehow gone astray
That`s not Jesus, no
No matter what `they` say
He doesn`t need me to defend Him
He just wants me to obey
He just wants me to obey
Have you seen the masterpiece
Of Jesus on the cross
Well, if He`s still a-hangin` there
I`m hopeless--I am lost
I believe the tomb is empty
And the stone`s been rolled away
And because of all this trouble
I still feel compelled to say
Chorus
And if your vision of Him
Has gotten somehow blurred
By a stumbling soldier in the field
I`d like to say `I`m sorry`
And remind you of one thing
One day all the Truth will be revealed