What’s Your Story

On a bus beneath Chicago lights
Winding slowly through the crowded night
I couldn't help but notice
Among the many faces
This strange looking man

With a four-foot cross and a robe of white
He sat there waving, prayer beads left to right
In hypnotic syncopation
To repeated recitations
No one could understand

As the blocks rolled by the window
I stared at his reflection
With the usual conclusions
Just another fake messiah
Who somewhere lost his way
But did he really know the One
The One whose image he portrayed
Oh, I wanted so much to say, say

Hey, what's your story
Hey, what's your story
Or can you even tell me

As he left the bus and he hit the street
For just one moment
He turned and looked at me
Then a greater truth unraveled
As he took a road less traveled
With the cross held in his hand

As he faded from the window
I caught my own reflection
With a sense of deep conviction
For somewhere in that moment
He seemed as if to say
Do you really know the One
The One whose image you portray
Like he wanted so much to say, say

Hey, what's your story
Hey, what's your story
Or can you even tell me

All we like sheep have gone astray
Each of us living our separate ways
When will we find the state of grace
To always recognize His blessed face

Hey, what's your story
Hey, what's your story
Hey, what's your story
Or can you even tell me