Boy Like Me, Man Like You
You was a baby like I was once, You was cryin' in the early mornin'
You was born in a stable Lord, Reid Memorial is where I was born
They wrapped You in swaddling clothes
Me they dressed in baby blue
But I was twelve years old in the meeting house
Listening to the old men pray
And I was tryin' hard to figure out
What it was that they was tryin' to say
There You were in the temple, they said You weren't old enough to
know the things You knew
Well, did You grow up hungry? Did You grow up fast?
know the things You knew
Well, did You grow up hungry? Did You grow up fast?
Did the little girls giggle when You walked past?
Did You wonder what it was that made them laugh?
And did they tell You stories 'bout the saints of old? Stories about their faith?
They say stories like that make a boy grow bold, stories like that make a man walk straight
And You was a boy like I was once But was You a boy like me
Well, I grew up around Indiana, You grew up around Galilee
And if I ever really do grow up, Lord I want to grow up and be just like You
Well, did You wrestle with a dog and lick his nose?
Did You play beneath the spray of a water hose?
Did You ever make angels in the winter snow?
And did they tell You stories 'bout the saints of old? Stories about their faith?
They say stories like that make a boy grow bold,
stories like that make a man walk straight
stories like that make a man walk straight
Did You ever get scared playing hide and seek?
Did You try not to cry when You scraped Your knee?
Did You ever skip a rock across a quiet creek?
And did they tell You stories 'bout the saints of old? Stories about their faith?
They say stories like that make a boy grow bold,
stories like that make a man walk straight
stories like that make a man walk straight
And I really may just grow up and be like You... someday
Because of Jesus,
Yea, I agree, a little more information on Jesus as a child would have been helpful...especially with raising my own children. :) So that I could be a better parent. :)
ReplyDeleteI often wonder what the reality check was like for Mary when child number 2 was born. After raising a child with no sin it would have been pretty easy to feel really good about your parenting skills until you have number two and realize that you had nothing to do with it :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for the lyrics, what a great subject to think on!