| *Isn't It Love* |
| Andrew Petersen |
| Lost my luggage out in Kalamazoo Same way I tend to lose my conscience, too Another day in these dirty old blues And I don't seem to mind This is a thing that confounds me You can find me; You surround and remind me I lose my way and I forget about You But You still remember me Isn't it love This rain that falls on the sinners and the saints Isn't it love This well that won't run dry And when I think about that prodigal son I've got to smile when I see the old man run And I know that you love us the same 'Cause the sun came up today Just as if we deserved it Just as if any one of us fools was worth it Truth is that we'll never be perfect But You love us just the same Isn't it love This rain that falls on the sinners and the saints Isn't it love This well that won't run dry Isn't it love Isn't it love Isn't it love to look down from the sky And see your only son on the cross asking why And somehow let him die that way And not call the whole thing off All for this man stuck in Kalamazoo Who loses his bags and his way sometimes, too But that was something that You already knew And still You died for me Isn't it love, Isn't it love, and Isn't it love This rain that falls on the sinners and the saints Isn't it love This well that won't run dry Isn't it love These mercies are made new every morning Isn't it love, Isn't it love, and Isn't it love |
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