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