Well if you like campfires, breathing in the salt air
If you like timber when it's worked by hand, and you can tell
If you like taking risks and calling it the way you see it
Truth that looks you in the eye and lays the whole lot right there, on the line.
You'd like Jesus
You'd like Jesus
He's as real, as dusty feet, and working hands,
You'd like Jesus
Well if you like strangers, who'll stick up for the little guy.
If you hate make-believe religion that's all a big fat masquerade.
If you like courage, that can be as strong as thunder, and tender as a tear beside a brother's grave.
You'd like Jesus
You'd like Jesus
He's as real, as dusty feet, and working hands,
You'd like Jesus
Well if you like honesty, that top-to-bottom walks the line,
If you like leaders who'll risk a bullet, get beside the wounded in the trenches.
If you know your own heart is not gonna cut it, with a Holy God
Well I'm with you brother, I'm with you sister.
That's why we're onto something, right here.
You'd like Jesus.
You'd like Jesus.
He's as real, as dusty feet, and working hands.
You'd like Jesus.
Well don't think 'sandal-guy'
Don't think fluffy baa lambs
Don't think halos, or blow-dried beards.
He's no nigel-no-friends, begging everyone to be his mate.
He's patient, he's merciful, and he's really, really great.
You'd like Jesus.
He's everything he says he is.
He's as real as linen in an empty tomb.
You'd like Jesus.
He's still living you know
Still getting down to business, still shooting straight, and true.
Still getting down to business.
In fact, I think the real question is- what does Jesus think of you?