Back From the Edge

When I was gone in my own skin, you called me son again.
You pulled me back from the edge.
You pulled me back from the edge.
I was lost, but I still breathe.
By grace, I stand redeemed.
I don't deserve the mercy, but mercy knows my name.
It took a broken man like me and left me changed.
Now every scar is singing, every buried sin is through.