A foolish endeaver undertaken by Wise Men. Who set out to follow a star. Dusty and dirty from the length of their journey. Their search yielded nothing so far. Onward they traveled up into the night Stopping and asking at every light...
Chorus I'm looking for Jesus. Where can I find Him? He's the reason I've traveled so far. I have been searching for such a long time now. But I know every mile will be made worthwhile. If I could see Jesus
Mary went searching that first Easter morning. Like the leper and the blind man before. We are all pilgrims on the same journey Believing that there's something more. One by one, when we find ourselves there. We fall on our knees and we whisper this prayer...
Bridge If He would just touch these blinded eyes. If He could forgive all my past. If I could just touch the hem of His garment My search would be over at last...
