Traces of Jesus

Traces of Jesus 

Street corner preacher, a lonely old man
Looking at everyone just as close as he can
Some say he's a prophet, or a little insane
I get close enough that I can hear him say

Let me look into your eyes, I can see down into your soul
I could tell you everything about your life
But all I'm really looking for are traces of Jesus

I try to get past him in the midst of the crowd
But I hear him call me, like no one's around
A little ashamed, though I pray every night
Still not quite sure, of just what he might find

Let me look into your eyes, I can see down into your soul
I could tell you everything about your life
But all I'm really looking for are traces of Jesus

So many questions, so little time, just trying to do the best I can / I know there'll come a time, come a day, when the Angel of the Lord says to me...

Let me look into your eyes, I can see down into your soul
I could tell you everything about your life
But all I'm really looking for are traces of Jesus