The Man Beneath the God
People say I am Holy
And look to me as their Savior
Crowds say I am great
And think of me as their King
Multitudes gaze upon me with respect
And call me their Teacher
They gaze upon me with awe
And perfection enters their thoughts
They all think I am perfect
They all think I have no faults
Yet I am but a man
With my own misgivings
They expect me to heal them
They expect me to teach them
They expect me to do so many things
Most of them I cannot really do
They don't realize I am only human
They all think I am truly divine
They turn blind eyes to the facts
They turn deaf ears to the truth
What more can they expect from me?
What more can I possibly do?
I can't change reality
I can merely live my life through
The blind claim to see the light
The sinners claim to have changed
The sick claim to have been healed
The deaf claim to have heard
I can't help but wonder
What do they see in me?
They think I can perform miracles
They don't know they can do it too
They have absolutely no doubts
Nothing that clouds their minds
But how can they be so entirely sure
When I have doubts of my own
The lepers claim I have healed them
Though they had only healed themselves
The poor claim I have given them many
Though I've given nothing great at all
How foolish they really are
To claim things they know nothing about
How silly of them to say they know me truly
When they can never possibly understand
These people claim many things
Yet how many of these are actually true?
They don't even stop to give a thought
Of the man underneath the god