I wasted my life
Living only for pleasure
There was no way to measure
The damage I’d done
I lived for today
no thought for tomorrow
When I reached rock bottom
There was nowhere to turn
At the end of my rope
Was the hem of his garment
I looked up and Jesus
Was all I could see
He saved me, He raised me
With his tender mercy
At the end of my rope
He was waiting for me
God took what was left
Of a man slowly dying
And justified me just as I never sinned
Forgave and forgot
My past and my present
Now I know what it means to be born again
At the end of my rope
Was the hem of his garment
I looked up and Jesus
Was all I could see
He saved me, He raised me
With his tender mercy
At the end of my rope
He was waiting for me
The hem of his garment
What a vision to see
If I could reach Jesus
There was still hope for me
At the end of my rope
Was the hem of his garment
I looked up and Jesus
Was all I could see
He saved me, He raised me
With his tender mercy
At the end of my rope
He was waiting for me
At the end of my rope
Oh When there was no hope
At the end of my rope
He was waiting for me
For me
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