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Lost my luggage out 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
This rain that falls on the sinners and the saints?
Isn't it love
This well that won't run dry?
When I think about that prodigal son
Gotta 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 any one of us fools is worth it
Truth is that we'll never be perfect
But You love us just the same
Isn't it love
This rain that falls on the sinners and the saints?
Isn't it love
This well that won't run dry?
Isn't it love?
Ooh, isn't it love?
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 this man stuck 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
Isn't it love
Isn't it love
And isn't it love?
This rain that falls on the sinners and the saints?
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
Isn't it love
And isn't it love?
Ooh, isn't it love?
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