There's an old man sitting on a lonely park bench.
He doesn't have a place to stay.
And there's a woman living all by herself now since her husband left one day.
Seems like we're all just pawns in a game that has no rules.
And I keep wondering: am I the biggest fool?
There's an unborn child who never had a chance since convenience took it's toll.
And there's a guy who lost his house and wife and kids since the bottle took control.
It just goes on and on... who knows when it will end?
And I can't stop thinking:
Is it all the same? 'Cause nothing ever changes.
Under the sun, I can't seem to find what I need.
You know it's all the same because they're only different faces.
Under the sun, I can't seem to find any peace.
There was a man Who lived a perfect life and He came to give it all away.
And the people clung to every word He said until that final day.
Then they nailed Him to a bloody tree.
And He hung and bled and died there just for me.
He was not the same because He gave His life so freely.
He was God's Son.
And as my world was spinnin' round,
I saw His grace as it came down
To dwell within to make change.
Oh, thank You, Lord. I'm not the same.
Now I'm not the same
Because the love that He gives has changed me.
Now I walk in perfect peace.
You know I'm not the same because He placed His life within me.
Without a doubt, I know I'm free.