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The Story’s Not Done

by R. Buehler

I came to my Jesus a broken heart, and then He healed and He set me free;

I knew that I needed a brand new start, and that is just what He gave to me.

I wish I could tell you in full detail all of the things that He’s done for me, 

But the story’s not done, ’cause it’s still going on; every day is a new victory.

I came to Him weary, a hungry soul, and how He fed me with bread so sweet!

He touched me so gently, and made me whole, and He made my life complete.

He walks with me now each and every day with a friendship that can’t be beat.

As I learn of His will, yes, I follow Him still, and there’s dancing in my feet.

There’s more to this story that must be told, and now I pray that the words are clear.

I’m watching with wonder my life unfold as He leads me beyond my fears.

The glory of God is my constant hope, giving strength over pain and tears.

And there’s no better place to meet Him face to face, than right now as we gather here.

My Jesus has shown me His father’s love, and how its power is beyond compare.

This power is no longer so high above; He’s brought it down for us all to share.

Like manna from heaven this love He gives, free to all persons everywhere. 

And I tell you it’s true that today it’s for you. He’s as close as a moment’s prayer.

I find in my Jesus a wealth and power that is renewed in me day by day.

He’s given me strength in my darkest hour, and is my song in the bright of day.

I’m learning to trust Him with all I need, and there is oh so much more to say

Of  the joy He will give in the life that you’ll live if you walk with me in this Way. 

I came to my Jesus a broken heart, and then He healed and He set me free;

I knew that I needed a brand new start, and that is just what He gave to me.

I wish I could tell you in full detail all of the things that He’s done for me, 

But the story’s not done, ’cause it’s still going on; every day is a new victory.

 This song started out as a tune in my head, and became something I decided to put words to when nobody recognized the tune.  I made up the lyrics while driving back and forth to visit someone at a local jail while serving as a pastor in upstate New York.
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