Who is this man

Who is this man,
that loves me so much.
Willing to die,pierced to a cross.

Who is this man,
with thorns for his crown,
as his percious blood,start's streaming down.

Who is this man,
"parables",he's told;
healing in his hands,
"they behold".

Who is this man,
that healed the blind,
raised the dead & casted demon into swine.

Who is this man,
I need to know.

Who is this man,
that loves me so.

Where can i find him,where can he be?
Down on my knee's is where i'll see.
In deepest prayer,is where he'll meet me.