Oh, nothing but Oh, but love
He was an independent son, on the run No time to listen to the He stood to face the gale, so afraid to fail Afraid to listen to a
Then like a memory The in his heart burst into flame And patiently, oh so The of mercy, truth and light once again into the night
How can be? What do we
but love in its purest form Nothing but would go into the storm the pride clouding his eyes Nothing but could lead him in Nothing but would do it again
Is there an independent son with a heart wild? Be still and listen to the So underneath the weight you bear, so afraid to Open the curtain to a
And suddenly more memory The candle in your can be a flame And patiently, oh so The voice of mercy, and light Will speak again into the
How can be? Who do you (What do you see?) (What do you What do you see?)
Nothing but in its purest form Nothing but would go into the storm Challenge the pride clouding your Nothing but love could you in Nothing but would do it again
When you fall at His And your heart has been humbled and Then the God of compassion will reach His hand And He will you up, He will lift you up
Nothing but love in its form but love would go into the storm And challenge the clouding our eyes but love could lead us in Nothing but
but love Nothing but Nothing but but love Nothing but