Who is This Jesus?

I saw his face shine like the sun on a mountainside
Elijah and Moses were there, pale in his glorious light
And a voice came like thunder, and I trembled all over
Said, “This my beloved child,”
Who is this Jesus but the Son of God?

I saw him walk on the waves; I saw him still the storm
I saw the demons afraid, but the children safe in his arms
He said, “Lazarus, rise up; wake from your sleep”
And his dead heart started to beat
Who is this Jesus but the Son of God?

I’ll lean my head back on his chest, for he was my friend
He poured the wine; he broke the bread; it was near the end
I saw him taken, beat him, try to break him
And hang him on a cross
They laughed, they mocked him, he said, “God forgive them;
It’s finished, now it is done.”
The sky black as ink; the earth shook with grief
As he breathed his last and was gone
Who is this Jesus but the Son of God?

I saw the stone rolled away; I saw his empty tomb
I saw the scars in his hands, there in the upper room