Those that needed love killed love

Yet the love they killed keeps loving them

We shed the blood of love

Yet stains of the blood of love cleanse us

The love we did great injustice against

Keeps speaking mercy and justice for us

We break all laws, destroy images of love

Abuse the likenesses of love

Desecrate the institutions of love

Yet love gives us rest at night

And wakes us up in the morning.

With the breathe of love,

We strive daily to silence the voice of love

Yet the silence of love is louder than our amplified foolishness

I still can’t fathom what manner of love

That love has bestowed on loveless us

That even in our rebellions love loves us

With an immeasurable dimensions of love

How far can we ever run away from love?

We are mere clay

And our farthest distance is still the potter’s house

So we surrounder to love.