He lived two thousand years ago, I believe
So how could He truly know me
Though the son of God, my life, my friend
Still its hards for me to comprehend

And I wonder
How could He know the heartache I feel
When He lived a perfect life
From Getsemani to Cavalry
Was it really for me that He died
Then the Spirit whispers
These words ringing true
From the garden to the cross
He walked a mile in my shoes

Down on His knees in the garden that night
With tear-stained eyes
He lived each moment of our lives
Every fear and insecurity
That I've ever known
My ever fallen moment. He has atoned

But still I wonder
How He could know the heartche I feel
When He lived a perfect life
From Getsemani to Cavalry
Was it really for me that He died
Then the Spirit whispers
These words ringing true
From the garden to the cross
He walked a mile in my shoes

How could He know the heartache I feel
When He lived a perfect life
From Getsemani to Cavalry
Was it really for me that He died
Then the Spirit whisper
these words ringing true
From the garden to the cross
He walked a mile..
From the garden to the cross
He walked a mile in my shoes