Dying Man Songtext

This was not my ideaNo I would not have though of thisThough I admit there was evidenceSurely not enough to convictThat a man was not his ownAnd there was more than day to dayHow there could be a promise of hopeAnd healing that the soul might live again(chorus)Never would've bought itNever would've thought it could beNever would've held itUntil it took hold of me, hold of meNow I've found freedomNow mercy holds my handIt took the grace of One livingTo save this dying manNow as I look at these pagesI see a story told in wholeNot just segments or phrasesBut a story of the soulAnd now a man was not his ownAnd there was more than day to dayHow there can be a promise of hopeAnd healing that the soul might live again(chorus 2x)Never would've bought itNever would've thought it could be