Wondering Preacher

I heard him on a mountainside a long time ago
Wanted to follow him wherever he would go.
Some want to follow religion and leave him behind
Some want to follow each other, the blind leading the blind

I saw him feed thousands and turn water into wine
Heard him rebuking those who were demanding a sign
Some want to portray him as one who is just like them
They want to repackage him again and again

He is always the same and he will not change
To the world around us he seems so strange
He wondered through the land setting free
And he taught by the shores of Galilee.

I follow him beside still waters and stay close through the storm
Where love grows as cold as ice he will keep me warm
I'll follow him through the tears as saints of ages past
I'll follow him through the years , he'll shelter from the stormy blast.

Some want to follow religion and leave him behind
But others will seek him and him they'll find
I'll follow him wherever he goes. with that wondering preacher, I will roam
For I know that wondering preacher from Nazareth, will lead me home.