On Down the Road -

Not the kinda love

You ever outgrow, ever outrun

Not the kinda love

Afraid to be shown

Afraid to be sunned

In a world full of prodigals

Waiting for an open door

All the fearful and manicled

Holding out for something more

It’s not the kinda love

Unable to reach outside of its own

It’s not the kinda love

Unwilling to bear the burden alone

In a world owned by cynicals

Blinded to the heart and the soul

There’s a mild mannered miracle

Breaking through the walls of stone

Your kinda love is more than enough

To make sinner and saints from the very same stuff

Your love never gives up on anyone

Your love will be waiting for us on down the road

Even though we don’t deserve it

Your grace is greater than the debt that we owe

More than we’ll ever know

For this is the way that You love

Every daughter, every son, every single one of us

And while we were waiting for love

It’s been waiting for us all

Somewhere on down the road

This is the kinda love

That chooses a cross in place of a throne

This is the kinda love

That conquers a grave, that rolls back a stone

All the nameless and powerless

Running to Your open arms

Your embrace is forgiveness

As wide as it is long