He ran away from home at the age of seventeen
For years he drank himself to sleep
Under the bridge of Saint Stephen Street
'Dad, I'm stopping by. Can you look me in the eye?'
He left the message on the phone
At the bus stop he cried, his father held a sign that read
'Welcome Home'
Glory by the way of shame
Bear a cross in Jesus’ name
Glory by the way of shame
It's an amazing grace
Glory by the way of shame
She cheated on him twice, but for fear she never told
She finally confessed, before her heart ran cold
With pain in his eyes, he walked out of the house and drove to town
Bought her a white wedding dress
Came home to her and danced
To the song of forgiveness
If these stories are true
I really couldn't say
But of my own heart I know
It goes much the same
