Funny how a man like me, could spend his life in misery
So glad the way things are ain't like they was
Cause looking back now, All I see; How I became a better me
I'm living proof of what, His love does.
I've met so many, just like me, They have become my family
we come together, always; just because.
We bow are heads and praise His name, no longer living in our shame
we're living proof of what, His love does.
I found it hard to keep inside, that kind of truth is hard to hide
so many out there, Don't know how much theyre loved
His light shines, His Spirit speaks, and tells the lost, but now through me
He's living proof of what, His love does.
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