Isn't It Love - Andrew Peterson

Lost my luggage in Kalamazoo

Same way I tend to lose my conscience, too

Another day in these dirty old blues, and I don’t seem to mind

This is a thing that confounds me

You can find me;

You surround and remind me

I lose my way and I forget about You

But You still remember me

Isn’t it love?

The rain that falls on the sinner and the saint

Isn’t it love?

The well that won’t run dry

Isn’t it love?

These mercies are made new every morning

And when I think about that prodigal son

I’ve got to smile when I see the old man run

And I know that You love us the same

'cause the sun came up today

Just as if we deserved it

Just as if every one of us fools was worth it

Truth is that we’ll never be perfect, but You love us just the same

Isn’t it love?

This ran that falls on the sinner and the saint

Isn’t it love?

This well that won’t run dry

Isn’t it love?

These mercies are made new every morning

Isn’t it love to look down from the sky

And see Your only Son on the cross asking why

And somehow let Him die that way

And not call the whole thing off

All for a man here in Kalamazoo

Who loses his bags and his way sometimes too

But that was something that You already knew

And still You died for me