Living Proof
Am I the only one who sees it,
Or is everybody right and I’m the one who’s wrong?
What would it mean to say we’ve changed
When they’re not ready to receive it,
Determined just to doubt us all along?
I’ll never have to prove myself to You.
You died for me–there’s nothing more to prove.
Even if my friends all turn to foes,
I know before You I’ll stand, and I will not be moved.
I sit condemned in every private court across the land.
In living rooms the bench is harsh–my sentence on their tongues.
And every friend I had fights for the right to boast and stand
And say the words ‘I told you so’ to all ears old and young.
I’ll never have to prove myself to You.
You died for me–there’s nothing more to prove.
Even if my friends all turn to foes,
I know before You I’ll stand, and I will not be moved.
As long as in the end I’m counted as Your friend,
As long as in the end You count me true.
As long as in the end I’m looking just like You,
O Lord, I can forget of all the fires I’ve been through.
And maybe they would know since they have had a ringside seat
From far away while I have been here standing right up close.
Perhaps I’m guilty of a blindness for the things I love—
Near-sighted as I am these things are right before my nose.
I’ll never have to prove myself to You.
You died for me–there’s nothing more to prove.
Even if my friends all turn to foes,
I know before You I’ll stand, and I will not be moved.
Words and Music by Bill Stutzman
Copyright 2006 Bill Stutzman/Songsmith Stutzman Music