Verse 1 I wasn’t looking for forever, I was just trying to make a living. Working long days, Praying hard nights, Still learning more about giving. Then you smiled across that little church, Like Heaven knew my name. Nothing in this old world Has ever been the same. Verse 2 We built our home on hand-me-downs, A borrowed table, borrowed chairs. Some months we barely made the bills, But somehow God met us there. Then children filled those quiet rooms, And grew beneath our love. Funny what a lifetime teaches— We’re only asked to love. Chorus The measure of a man Ain’t the money that he keeps. It ain’t the miles he’s traveled Or the promises he speaks. It’s every hand he held, Every burden he helped lift. When everything is said and done, Love is what he leaves. Verse 3 I’ve made mistakes I’d change today If yesterday would let me. But mercy always found me first Before regret could get me. You’ve loved the worst you’ve seen in me And never once gave up. Sometimes grace looked just like you, Teaching me to love. Bridge Someday they’ll carve my name in stone, And grass will hide my feet. But names on stones don’t tell the world The things that mattered deep. If someone standing there can say, “He loved us well enough…” Lord, I won’t need another word. That’ll be enough. Final Chorus The measure of a man Was never what he owned. It was every tear he dried, Every heart he helped back home. And when I stand before the King With empty, weathered hands, I won’t have gold or anything This world would call success. I only pray He looks at me, And somehow it’s enough… Then smiles and says, “Well done, son. You learned to love.” Outro Maybe that’s the measure of us all… How well we learned to love.
