Dying Man Lyrics - Singles - Pfr

This was not my idea 

No I would not have though of this 

Though I admit there was evidence 

Surely not enough to convince 

That a man was not his own 

And there was more that day to day 

How there can be a promise of hope 

And healing that the soul might live again 

[Chorus] 

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 hold my hand 

It took the race 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 that day to day 

How there can be a promise of hope 

And healing that the soul might live again 

[Chorus: x2]