This is Love
A cloud of Turmoil
Stress can just soil
Positive Hopes Left Unsurfaced
All the Dark Weather is
Just of Satan's Teather
To Pull you in the
Sand that quicks the
Despair of life that Creaks
You just might agree to
That voice within, the drippling
Of rain you hear is sin
Trying to block the sunshine
That dries up all your fear
You say what Fear
What is Sin that it can matter to the World at all but you
Know the world trips you to fall
The world is a beautiful rose you see
Pretty on the outside but piercing to thee, sin is what
The world wants you to crave
But why the hate they might say
I want to live my way, but one
Day the waters of my prized luxury mire
The world had nothing I wanted to desire
What is my desire you might say
Well look up it may seem hard to believe
That I am specialand it is not conceived
We must have hope because of what we know
It is without a doubt the creator of the world that made the rainbow
High up above the clouds, so when you feel down look up and know
That Jesus our Savior is that rainbow browned and tarnished at the ends
Who walked through the mire and hugged the rose of sin coivered with thorns till the end
And then it was finished our story and masterplan
And as he did this he thought of me
This Is Love