(Verse 1) Raised in Tarsus, strict and proud, Shouting legal burdens loud. Watching Stephen fall and bleed, Thought he did a holy deed. Riding fast toward Damascus town, Determined to pull the Christians down— Till the sky burst bright with holy fire, And checked the path of his desire. (Chorus) Oh, blinding light, oh, sovereign grace, He hit the dirt and lost his place. A voice called out, "Why fight the call?" The persecutor became Saint Paul. He lost his sight to finally see, The mercy that sets a captive free. (Verse 2) Through Asia Minor, across the sea, He proclaimed the truth that sets us free. No longer bound by ancient law, Just cross and grace was all he saw. In Athens’ court and Corinth’s street, He laid his credentials at Jesus' feet. (Bridge) In prison cells with iron chains, He wrote of joy despite the pains. Through shipwrecks, beatings, thorns, and tears, His written words echo through the years: Not by our deeds, but by His grace, We run the course and finish the race. (Chorus) Oh, blinding light, oh, sovereign grace, He hit the dirt and lost his place. A voice called out, "Why fight the call?" The persecutor became Saint Paul. He lost his sight to finally see, The mercy that sets a captive free. (Outro) The sword may fall in Nero’s Rome, But the faithful soldier is headed home. From Saul to Paul, the story’s clear— The hardest heart can be brought near.
