Woke up one morning
Feeling nothing in particular
About anything at all
Then I looked over at the pillow
Resting next to mine, to find
You and all you are
Like the sun
On the first day of spring
Bringing the glory of you
Into my otherwise empty life

Love isn’t love until you fall
Let it pick you up
And set you straight
Answer the call
Let it come, flowing
Into your heart
Knowing your Love
Is the greatest gift of all

Found myself wandering
Someplace between
Heaven and hell
Not that anyone noticed
Not that anyone could tell
Inside a voice cried
And a prayer poured out
Onto the wings of the wind
The voice laughed and sang
And called on Jesus name

Love isn’t love, until you fall
Let it pick you up
And set you straight
Answer the call
Let it come, flowing
Into your soul
Knowing God’s Love
Is the greatest gift of all

Praise be to the Glory that has
Brought you to me
And let me know
Your beauty for this time
Answering the call
Love isn’t love
Until you know love
As the greatest Gift of all
© 1999 Tim D. Coulter Sr.