Picture this an eight year old kid
Growing up in georgia
Having a hard time
With the world that he was seeing
Coming home from school
Scared to death and always wondering
What kind of mood his dad would be in
That kind of home can do a number on you
Mom and dad went broke and I guess I broke too
I grew up thinking nothing good could ever come
From a story like mine
But who turns a broken dream
Into a life redeemed
Who can turn your worst defeat
Into your victory
Who saw me where I was
And led me where I stand
My life is living proof that only Jesus can
I put a pen down
Thinking of where i could start the story
Full of pains full of agony no one can bear
Ever imagine how i came through the storms of life
Not knowing i was loved by who i didn't care for
That kind of home everyone look up to you
But you were already broke
And you had no joy too
I grew up thinking nothing good
Could ever come from a story like mine
Who turns a broken dream
Into a life redeemed
Who can turn your worst defeat
Into your victory
Who saw me where I was
And led me where I stand
My life is living proof that only Jesus can
Only Jesus can save me
Only Jesus can change me
Only Jesus can take me
From lost to found
Hallelujah I'm singing
There's no stealing my freedom
He picked up all the pieces
Look at me now
Who turns the broken dream
Into a life Redeemed
Who can give victory
His only Jesus can