What makes a man most dangerous?
Is it the way he dresses, that matters most to us?
Or, is that just the walk of another would be poser
Who struts down the sidewalk, as he moves closer
Is it the style of his hair, blow’n in the wind
A dirty glint in his eye, as he walks in
The loud barks, and the calling out
Or just his size, everyone talks about
Is it dangerous deeds, and tales of fear
That captivate young men, over whiskey and beer
Or deeds of bravery, in places long away
Matching heroics in battle, against anyone’s prey
When Jesus walked amongst this crowd
These men all followed, the tall and the proud
The carpenter, with the calloused hands
Men who labored, had joined his band
He was tall and rough, not weak and slim,
He knew a good days work was needed to win.
When the sun came up, he’d been hard at work
Food for the table, no task to shirk
Speak his name in the common clubs
And men will shrivel, neath the fear it rubs
Nothing will bear, just the mention of his name
The rich, the strong, the wise, all feel the shame
He took twelve uneducated men of the sea
Turned the world right side up, gave it away for free.
Blue collared guys, dressed in workmen’s garb
Became the world’s first and foremost, greatest rock stars
What makes a man dangerous
Looking right into the life, of the man named Jesus
Telling His story to all who’ll hear,
Speaking his name, without worry or fear.