All my life I was taught what I thought was right and wrong.
All my life I dressed for church and knelt before the Lord my God.
All my life I sinned and hurt and all my life I lied.
All my life I hurt with words and all my life I cried.
Then I heard a story of a boy not quite my size.
Who sang and danced and smoked and laughed.
Who had a grand old time.
He testified before us all twiddling his thumbs.
He said he tried to take his life he said he wanted death.
He didn't want to feel and he didn't want to see.
He didn't want his miserable life to end in agony.
But he cried before the Lord the one I had despised.
He begged and prayed for care and love.
For the love he'd never had.
He looked up at us all his eyes shining and clear.
I saw a tear trickle down his cheek and I saw him whisper there.
All my life I waited all my life I cried.
All my life I hoped and all my life I tried.
But it seemed I tried not nearly enough and it seemed He did not care.
Only then I realized he never left me there.
The Lord has taught me beautiful things,
The Lord has caught my fall.
And now I know beyond a doubt that I was meant to care.
Now all my life I'll tremble but all my life I'll try.
All my life I'll give my love and someday I will die.
But when I die I hope that I will live to see the day.
When someone comes along and knows just what to say.