Written by Jason Deere
He lived 2000 years ago...I believe
So how could he truly know me
Though the son of God, my life, my friend
Still it"s hard for me to comprehend
And I wonder
How could He know the heartache I feel
When He lived a perfect life
From Gesthemene to Calvary
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 every fallen moment, He has atoned
Still I wonder
How could He know the heartache I feel
When He lived a perfect life
From Gesthemene to Calvary
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
He lived 2000 years ago...I believe
So how could he truly know me
Though the son of God, my life, my friend
Still it"s hard for me to comprehend
And I wonder
How could He know the heartache I feel
When He lived a perfect life
From Gesthemene to Calvary
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 every fallen moment, He has atoned
Still I wonder
How could He know the heartache I feel
When He lived a perfect life
From Gesthemene to Calvary
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