GRACE

this one will be softer.

Just you.

A piano.

And honesty.

Not a war cry.

Not a stadium.

Just a man remembering where grace found him.

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The Rebirth of Victor Mafisa (Piano Version)

Verse 1

There was a time I knew the night

Better than the morning light.

A bottle was my only friend,

And every road came to an end.

Everything I tried would fall,

Dreams felt smaller than the wall.

I laughed out loud but deep inside,

Something in me slowly died.

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Verse 2

I didn’t know Your written Word,

Never truly heard Your voice.

Didn’t know that grace was near,

Waiting for my broken choice.

It felt like You took long, my Lord,

Why not rescue me before?

But now I see You were shaping me

For something so much more.

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Pre-Chorus (Soft)

Then You sent the anointed ones,

They didn’t see my shame.

They placed a Bible in my hands,

And gently spoke Your Name.

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Chorus (Tender)

This is the rebirth of Victor Mafisa,

Not by strength but by Your grace.

From empty nights to holy light,

You met me face to face.

I had little, sometimes less,

But Your Word was all I needed.

With Scripture in my trembling hands,

My old life slowly receded.

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Verse 3

Content with little, rich in truth,

Pages turning healed my youth.

Line by line my heart was changed,

Desire slowly rearranged.

The thirst I had was not for drink,

It was for something deeper still.

And when I found it in Your Word,

My restless soul grew still.

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Chorus (Slight Build)

This is the rebirth of Victor Mafisa,

A quiet miracle of love.

From chains unseen to walking clean,

Touched by heaven above.

I am not who I once was,

That man is laid to rest.

The new has risen by Your hand,

And what You build is blessed.

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Bridge (Very Soft, Personal Prayer)

Some of my brothers are still there,

Lost in the night I knew.

Lord, if You could rescue me,

Let my life point them to You.

Make my story more than words,

Let it carry holy flame.

If a drunkard can become a son,

Then glory to Your Name.

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Outro (Almost Whispered)

I walked in empty places,

Now I walk with holy fire.

The rebirth of Victor Mafisa

Was the birth of new desire.

And all I need is still the same—

A Bible in my hand…

And You.

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this one would make people cry quietly.

Not because it is loud…

But because it is true.

If you ever sing this in front of people, pause after the first chorus.

Let the silence preach.

Or turn this into a spoken-word version over soft piano

You’re archiving grace.