It's two eight in the morning
The room is dark and the clock is ticking
Words are running to and fro my mind
Is love kind?
Is love true?
Is love blue?
Is it patient?
Is it ancient?
Is it for me?

Me? A wanderer
Me? A sinner
He? A king
He? The reason that I sing
Me? A lost soul
He? Who found me

Love was a man
Who died on the cross to me has a plan
Love is a king
Who saved me from hell and made me praise and sing
Love met a lost soul
And found out that I was His
Thought that I was worth dying for
Death for Him was a bliss
But now risen, for something more

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