Текст песни One Solitary Life

(arr. Mike Johnson)

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, sweetest name I know.

He was born in an obscure village
The son of a simple peasant woman
He grew up in another small town
And worked with his father
In a carpenter shop until He was thirty
And then for three years he was
What we might call a traveling preacher.

He never wrote a book
He never held political office
The places He did go He usually walked
He never did any of the things
That one normally associates with greatness
He had no credentials but himself.

When He was only thirty-three years old
The tide of public opinion turned against Him
Some of His friends deserted Him, one denied Him
One even betrayed Him
And turned Him over to His enemies.Bill Anderson - One Solitary Life - http://ru.motolyrics.com/bill-anderson/one-solitary-life-lyrics.html

He went through the mockery of a trial
He was nailed to a cross between two thieves
While He was dying His executioners gambled
for His only possession ,His robe His purple robe.

When He was dead he was taken from the cross
And laid in a borrowed grave
Provided for the compassion of friends
Almost twenty wide centuries have since come and gone.

And today this man is the centerpiece of the human race
The leader in the column of mankind problems
I think I am well with in the marrch
That all the armies that ever marched
All the navies that ever sailed the seven seas
All the legislative bodies that ever met
All the kings and rulers that have ever reigned.
And all put together have not affected
the life of man here on this earth
As much as that one solitary life.

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Sweetest name I know
Sweetest name I know, I know...