The Story I Tell

I was the harlot sitting down by the well
I was the leper who was told not to tell
I was so paralysed I never had moved
Until four of my friends who wouldn't give in
Went and busted up the roof

I was the widow who gave up my last dime
I was the blind man with the mud in his eye
I was the woman known by too many men
And as I covered my face
He uncovered His grace as I heard stones hit the sand

Oh, nobody knew the troubles I'd seen
Nobody knew my shame
Nobody knew the places I'd been
I didn't know how to change
He saw a hope that I did not see
He saw a better way
And the unbelievable thing about the story I tell is that
You don't even know my name

I was the prodigal who was lost but not found
I was made saved the day the swine were all drowned
I was the thief that was hung out to die
But the Son of Man looked at my cross I was bearing
And decided to give me life

Oh, nobody knew the troubles I'd seen
Nobody knew my shame
Nobody knew the places I'd been
I didn't know how to change
He saw a hope that I did not see
He saw a better way
And the unbelievable thing about the story I tell is that
You don't even know my name

Nobody, nobody
Nobody, nobody
Nobody, nobody even knows my name

I am the homeless wandering round on your street
I live across the world with nothing to eat
I'm locked in prison with chain on my dream
And when you see me every day and
You look the other way, it's like a slap across my cheek

Oh, nobody knows the troubles I've seen
Nobody knows my shame
Nobody knows the places I'd been
I don't know how to change
He sees a hope that I do not see
He sees a better way
And the unbelievable thing about the story I tell is that
You don't even know my name
See, the unbelievable thing about the story I tell is that
You don't even know my name

Nobody, nobody
Nobody, nobody
Nobody, nobody even knows my name
Nobody, nobody
Nobody, nobody
Nobody, nobody even knows my name