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