Here's a song for another guy who listened, and loved.
Bruce
By: Justin Ahlgrim
I loved him when we first met
We told our names and I knew he would not forget
He was there then every day
And he was at home
We went on our first trip
He brought his plans, and used his hands and heart in his lips
He climbed the mountains next to me
And I was at home
He would not say it was too much
The only he less he cried was for more Jesus’ touch
He was Christ in my life
And it brought me home
One day he made me blind
And He made sure that he found all my hidden pride
And he reached deep inside, and in a subway I cried
And I found your home
He gave me the weakest part
To find the strength that lied when I first tried to start
And he showed me love
And it brought me home
And I struggled with fate
And I fought with the ideals that he made
We loved each other anyway
And I was at home
And the fool heard a cry
Without a thought laid down his life
And the water cleansed his soul
And he was at home
He was there then every day
He climbed the mountains next to me
He was Christ in my life
And he reached deep inside
And I struggled with fate
You gave me the weakest part
And you made me blind
And it was too much
And he was at home
And I was at home
And it brought me home
And I found your home
And he was at home
And I was at home
And it brought me home
And I found your home
And he was at home
And I was at home
And it brought me home
And I found your throne
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