Love is fragile, love is blind
Love gets lost in the dust behind
Love's a victim of calloused ways
And buried in the gritty haze
A bolt of silk in grimy hands
A riddle no one understands
Torn and trampled, left in the dirt
And not a care for who gets hurt
A marriage torn apart and split
The poor small child that daddy hit
A child who grew and did the same
And we all point, accuse and blame
Where is God? And where is love?
A brutal game of push and shove
It's not God's guilt for what we've done
We crucified His only son
Through tragic cost He tried to bless
To bring some order to our mess
In anguish, watched His own son die
And still we cheat and steal and lie
Our clock is ticking, running out
Time to learn what love's about
If God is love, then love is good
And displayed on a cross of wood
Love is patient, love is kind
And thank you, God, whose love is blind
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