Michael Card How Can These Things Be
Ancient footsteps in the gloom
An open door
A lighted room
A youthful rabbi, an elderly man
Will give it all to understand
How could these things be?
How could I accept this mystery?
Am I being healed of this blindness of believing that I had seen?
He clings to his own righteousness
Of being good to be blessed
But Jesus speaks of a healing wind
The fact of being born again
How can these things be?
How can I accept this mystery?
Am I being healed of this blindness of beliving that I had seen?
As Moses lifted up the snake
In the wilderness, a curse to break
So we can live, He must die
For Jesus must be lifted high
How can these things be?
How can I accept this mystery?
Am I being healed of this blindness of beliving that I had seen?
He stumbles out into the night
As one reborn with spiritual sight
