One Solitary Life

Jesus Jesus Jesus sweetest name I know

He was born in an obscure village

The son of a simple peasant woman

He grew up in another small town

And worked with his father in a carpenter shop until He was thirty

And then for three years he was what we might call a traveling preacher

He never wrote a book He never held political office

The places He did go He usually walked

He never did any of the things that one normally associates with greatness

He had no credentials but himself

When He was only thirty-three years old

The tide of public opinion turned against Him

Some of His friends deserted Him one denied Him

One even betrayed Him and turned Him over to His enemies

He went through the mockery of a trial

He was nailed to a cross between two thieves

While He was dying His executioners for His only possession

His robe His purple robe

When He was dead he was taken from the cross

And laid in a borrowed grave

Provided for the compassion of friends

Almost twenty wide centuries have since come and gone

And today this man is the centerpiece of the human race

The leader in the column of mankind problems

I think I am well with in the mark

That all the armies that ever marched

All the navies that ever sailed the seven seas

All the legislative bodies that ever met

All the kings and rulers that have ever rained

And all put together have not affected the life of man here on this earth

As much as that one solitary life

Jesus Jesus Jesus Sweetest name I know

Sweetest name I know I know