The Father's Heart
The Father's heart beckons The Father's heart reaches The Father's heart gives The Father's heart loves without limits, without conditions The Father's heart sees past flesh and bones The Father's heart sees within When will we grasp When will see The needs all around us? When will we love without measure Not capping off our quota of good deeds When will we give all? Will we ever? Will you stop putting love in a box? Can't you see love can't be contained It's too big It's meant to seep into the cracks Love is meant to heal Not seek its own right or its own way We don't have the Father's heart because we don't know what love really is It's not flowery words or grand gestures Love is found in the quiet whispers, in unassuming places and people Love was found in a manager Love hung on the Cross Love counted everything lost Oh, that we would seek to be uncomfort