Jesus was born in the dung and straw,
Israel's king in a donkey's stall,
It was no accident - it was the way of the cross.
He had a bad reputation and a scandalous streak,
Passed over doctors and lawyers to hang with beggars and thieves,
It was no accident - it was the way of the cross.
Brings forth life from a barren womb,
Puts wise words in the mouth of a fool.
He pardoned the sinners and healed the diseased, but the teachers of religion were his enemies,
It was no accident - it was the way of the cross.
He gave the keys of the kingdom to the meek and the mild,
He told the self-righteous grownups to act like a child,
It was no accident - it was the way of the cross, yeah.
Cuts down giants by the hand of a boy,
Knocks down city walls with nothing but noise.
He tore down the curtains, blew open the doors for a handful of fishermen, pushers and whores,
It was no accident - it was the way of the cross, yeah.
Yeah, he stripped off our disguises; our cover was blown,
At the end of all we thought we knew - naked past the bone,
It was no accident - it was the way of the cross, yeah.
Slays whole armies with the jaw-bone of an ass,
Puts the end of the world in a book from the past.
Jesus was killed on a cross of wood,
The king of the Jews, like an ordinary hood,
It was no accident...
Brings forth life from an empty tomb,
Burns his words in the heart of a fool like me,
A fool like me, hey,
A fool like me, yeah.
