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Alan Jackson – “If Jesus Walked The World Today”

If Jesus Walked The World Today - song and lyrics by Alan Jackson | Spotify

Introduction:

“If Jesus Walked the World Today” is a thought-provoking country song by American singer-songwriter Alan Jackson. Released in 2002 as the lead single from his album “Drive,” the song quickly resonated with audiences and topped the Billboard Hot Country Singles & Tracks chart for three weeks.

Penned by Jackson himself, the song’s lyrics ponder the hypothetical scenario of Jesus Christ walking the Earth in contemporary times. It delves into the complexities of modern society, questioning how people would react to his teachings and miracles in an era dominated by technology, consumerism, and social and political divisions.

The song’s introspective nature and poignant lyrics have made it a fan favorite and a staple in Jackson’s live performances. It has also garnered critical acclaim, solidifying its place as one of his most enduring and impactful works.

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