All I Have Is My Story
He lay on the bed, heart nearly beating its last,
I held his hand, so tight and so fast.
His breathing was shallow, but he spoke loud and clear,
"Here is my tale son, so listen and hear."
All I have is my story,
how my life came to you.
I am witness to the glory,
you've been there to see me through.
He laid out his life, of decisions he made,
of heartbreaking loss, born of pride and vain,
nearly taking his own life, stayed by a voice in his pain,
He saw the glory of God, and then he was saved.
All I have is my story,
how my life came to you.
I am witness to the glory,
you've been there to see me through.
Born of this world
not a possession to name
When we leave here
We take exactly the same
All of our efforts
Our fortune, our fame
stay on the earth
and so does our shame.
He told me "now son, now that you know,
don't be afraid of your witness, let your love show."
His breathing stopped, my hand he let go,
I called for the nurse... but he'd already gone home.
All I have is my story,
how my life came to you.
I am witness to the glory,
you'll be there to take me too.
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