Something we can still believe in.
Written for my cousin on his 25th anniversary
There Is Love
©2002, 2003 Tim Wheeler
In a world where something’s gone in just an instant
Where we dispose of anything that’s growing old
Where the popular’s passé’ before we know it
Where you can’t believe most anything you're told.
There is Love. There is something that is true.
There is Love. Something real to hold onto.
There is Love. Something we can still believe in…there is Love.
We are living in a world that has no basis
Things are relatively far from absolute
You can see it in the empty passing faces
Wilting flowers. In the Son, they have no root.
There is Love. There is something that is true.
There is Love. Something real to hold onto.
There is Love. Something we can still believe in…there is Love.
This Love is there without condition.
This Love defies compelling reason.
This Love can live in us and through us.
And will flow thorough you, if you ask Him to.
There is Love. There is something that is true.
There is Love. Something real to hold onto.
There is Love. Something we can still believe in…there is Love.
There is Love. There is something that is true
There is Love. More than all that we can do.
There is Love. Something we can still believe in…there is Love.
There is Love. There is Love.