what the first church saw with eyes what their hands have held as true the word of life that was from the start i'm writing this for you he is light and has no fade a perfect, blinding sun so how can we walk in the dark and say the race is won if we pretend we have no stain the truth is not inside a hollow house where truth has died with everything to hide (the blood of christ can make you clean now) so this is how we'll ever know if we are his at all beloved, love is not a word it's how we help them when they fall so this is how we'll ever know if we are his at all do we love the ones we see and answer when they call don't love the world or what it holds a fading, passing thing the pride of life, the wanting eye the empty song they sing and many voices you will hear that say he did not come in flesh and blood to walk this earth they beat a different drum and perfect love will cast away the fear that holds you fast we did not love him first, beloved, his love is what will last so this is how we'll ever know if we are his at all beloved, love is not a word; it's how we help them when they fall
