"Follow Me, Follow Me"
There once was a man
Who laid under an old sicamore tree
He was young but wise
And seen good in Gods eyes
He'd nod and wave
Whenever one called his name
He'd never pout
When someone would doubt
He'd walk from town to town
To tell everybody around
Follow me, follow me
To my fathers kingdom we leave
He had twelve friends who loved him so
They followed him, followed him
Til his blood ran cold
He never gave up on love
When love flew from him like a dove
Instead he cried
Follow me, follow me!
My father the king is waiting
Some people laughed, some people cried
But all they did was testify
Accusing that he was a lie
So that maybe he would die
When all else failed
Their final blow prevailed
They hung him on a tree
Pulled him off his feet
Hung him there, so all could see
That he was a felony
How he could of called his fathers name
Call his legions and armies same
To defend his great name
But history would never be the same
His mother kneeled by his feet
You could hear the sound of her weep, weep, weep
Her tears ran deep
And fell on his feet
The ground caught them like it was a seat
All his friends were gathered around
One less twelve, one was not found
They all felt the cloud of shame
How could they think he could save?
When life's first breath to final draw
He breathed his last
Everyone saw
They hid him in a cave so deep
So maybe he could rest in peace
Three suns and three moons
The mouth of the cave had seen
After that the ground shook
The guards in front of the cave could not look
The stone in front of the cave rolled away
A messenger of the king stood in the way
He told two girls the man had gone away
That he had set the captives free
And that he was on his way
To see the king this day
Later on he hugged his friends
Said goodbye and it was not the end
He departed by rising in the sky
He told them to tell the world of his life
What he did so they could be free, free, free
And not captives be
And to follow me, follow me