Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Standing strong and silent, high upon a hill,
He thought he was a tough one, he tried to get his 
fill,
Jesus calls your name, but you're just standing still,
Strongman, wrong man, you have to bend to God's 
will...and you might have to cry.

Strongman.

Running quickly forward down the streets of life,
He thought he was the fast one, he turned out the last 
one,
Jesus reaches to you, but your heart is full of strife,
Strongman, wrong man, despair within you like a knife - 

A multitude of problems press him to the wall,
He thought his strength sufficient; it wasn't after 
all,
Jesus speaks your name - you stall and stall, and 
stall,
Strongman, wrong man, you're headed for a fall,
Without the saviour you will die.

Strongman.

Lying weak and helpless in a valley low,
He thought he was the tough one; there's nowhere left 
to go,
Jesus speaks your name, the tears begin to flow,
Weak man, meek man, you've begun to know,
The Son is rising in your soul.