Pretty gardens have flowers,

pretty seashores have tiny grains of sand,

 and a man down on his knees,

saying, “Help me Jesus, please.”

has a special chance to touch the Master’s Hand.

Ain’t that just like Jesus, to put it all in place?

Ain’t that just like Jesus, to make this earth from empty space?

And die and leave a plan for a lost and lonely man.

Ain’t that just like Jesus, ain’t that just like Jesus?

Pretty sunsets have peaceful endings,

a pretty sunrise brings the start of a brand new day,

and a man whose lost and blind,

his way he cannot find has

another chance to kneel and find his way.

Ain’t that just like Jesus, to put it all in place?

Ain’t that just like Jesus, to make this earth from empty space?

And die and leave a plan for a lost and lonely man.

Ain’t that just like Jesus, ain’t that just like Jesus?

And die and leave a plan for a lost and lonely man.

Ain’t that just like Jesus, ain’t that just like Jesus?