The Portrait lyrics

Was Christ really buried—is there a chance
That He really married Mary and fled over to France
Did they really find His bones with a fine tooth comb
Or did He walk out of His tomb to His throne
Was He God—was He not
Was He alive when they dropped Him in a tomb
Did He swoon—was He moved
Was He removed by delusional dudes that refused to believe in the truth
Were they fools
Were the disciples hallucinating was the truth evaded
'Cause they wanted to boost His ratings
Did the Catholic church from the Vatican
Work at keeping the bag of dirt under the rug
Was he God from above
If He was do you blink, do you shrug, do you hate do you love
Christ on the poster
Christ of the culture
Christ on the stain glass
Christ of the future
Christ on the video
Christ on the radio
The Christ of Da Vinci
What does he really know
Christ on award shows
Christ that Lord knows
Christ that's sure to come back in His war clothes
In which Christ do you believe
You gotta know before you leave
Yes he did arrive, yes He was alive
No—he wasn't married never had any wives
Yes—He did rise, days after He died
What can I say—yes He is God!
From the womb to the tomb
To His throne nobody in Rome could hold on to His bones
'Cause there were no bones to be held though His bones were beheld
Who would have known
It was Jehov on the DL, providing forgiveness
Our lives are offensive
He died to put you and I in a friendship with himself
Pain is felt
When the glorious gospel is exchanged for wealth
Forget about how the spades were dealt
And think about how you measure up when weighed on the scale
One Lord
One faith I plug
One Lord
One Christ, one judge