Dying Man - PFR

This was not my idea

No I would not have though of this

Though I admit there was evidence

Surely not enough to convict

That a man was not his own

And there was more than day to day

How there could be a promise of hope

And healing that the soul might live again

Never would’ve bought it Never would’ve thought it could be Never would’ve 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 now a man was not his own

And there was more than day to day

How there can be a promise of hope

And healing that the soul might live again

Never would’ve bought it Never would’ve thought it could be