What is this thing we call true love?
Where does one find its source?
Does it begin from high above?
How does it wield such force?
Many a war through love was fought
Many through love have died
Yet still we treat it as a sport
And boast with open pride
Love’s origin is God on high
Through Christ it takes its Root
By planting deep in you and I
We’ll bear tremendous fruit
Love is in fact a selfless choice
Selflessly to thrive
We hear inside its quiet voice
We feel its gentle drive
Love is a creed a way of life
Graceful, enduring, true
Not set aside for man and wife
Not always plain to view
Love is a dance a living song
Walking an extra mile
Forgiving those who do us wrong
Wearing a friendly smile
It soothes it calms it drives off fear
Oft made through suffering real
Love’s sacrifice far and near
Can comfort bless and heal
Love’s to be shared by night by day
Revealed to all mankind
To rich to poor to saints astray
True love is all but blind..... P.T.O.....
Where does one find its source?
Does it begin from high above?
How does it wield such force?
Many a war through love was fought
Many through love have died
Yet still we treat it as a sport
And boast with open pride
Love’s origin is God on high
Through Christ it takes its Root
By planting deep in you and I
We’ll bear tremendous fruit
Love is in fact a selfless choice
Selflessly to thrive
We hear inside its quiet voice
We feel its gentle drive
Love is a creed a way of life
Graceful, enduring, true
Not set aside for man and wife
Not always plain to view
Love is a dance a living song
Walking an extra mile
Forgiving those who do us wrong
Wearing a friendly smile
It soothes it calms it drives off fear
Oft made through suffering real
Love’s sacrifice far and near
Can comfort bless and heal
Love’s to be shared by night by day
Revealed to all mankind
To rich to poor to saints astray
True love is all but blind..... P.T.O.....
