歌词
This was not my idea
No, I would not have thought of this
Though I admit there was evidence
Surely not enough to convince
That a man was not his own
And there was more than day to day
How there could be a promise of hope
The healing that the soul might live again
Never would have bought it
Never would have thought it could be
Never would have held it
Until it took hold of me, hold of me
Now I've found freedom
Now mercy holds my hand
It took the grace of One living
To save this dying man
Now as I look at these pages
I see a story told in whole
Not just segments or phrases
But a story of the soul
And how a man was not his own
And there was more than day to day
How there could be a promise of hope
That healing that the soul might live again
Never would have bought it
Never would have thought it could be
Never would have held it
Until it took hold of me, hold of me
Now I've found freedom
Now mercy holds my hand
It took the grace of One living
To save this dying man
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
Never would have bought it
Never would have thought it could be
Never would have held it
Until it took hold of me, hold of me
Now I've found freedom
Now mercy holds my hand
It took the grace of One living
To save this dying man
Never would have bought it
Never would have thought it could be
