Isnt It Love

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 Lost my luggage out in Kalamazoo, same way I tend to lose my conscience, too.
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 Another day in these dirty old blues, and I don't seem to mind.
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 This is a thing that confounds me; You can find me; You surround and remind me.
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 I lose my way and I forget about You, but You still remember me.

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 Oh, isn't it love? This rain that falls on the sinners and the saints?
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 Isn't it love? This well that won't run dry?

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 And when I think about that prodigal son, I've got to smile when I see the old man run.
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 And I know that You love us the same, 'cause the sun came up today;
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 Just as if we deserved it, just as if any one of us fools was worth it;
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 Truth is that we'll never be perfect, but You love us just the same.

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 Oh, isn't it love? This rain that falls on the sinners and the saints?
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 Isn't it love? This well that won't run dry?               Isn't it love, oh isn't it love

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 Isn't it love to look down from the sky, and see Your only Son on the cross asking "Why?"
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 And somehow let Him die that way, and not call the whole thing off?
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 All for this man stuck in Kalamazoo, who loses his bags and his way sometimes too.
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 But that was something that You already knew, and still You died for me.

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 Isn't it love? Isn't it love? Isn't it love? This rain that falls on the sinners and the saints?
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 Isn't it love? This well that won't run dry?

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 Isn't it love? His mercies are made new every morning.
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 Isn't it love? Isn't it love? And isn't it love?

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