Sadness streams heavily from my face
Nobody cares about me in any trace
My anger is such that I have been sent
To deliver the bad news but my clothes I rent

By rent I mean torn apart
Been like this from the start
So instead of wrath to be withstood
It is love to be understood

Do you not see everything hangs in the balance?
Coming from the Heart pierced by the lance
Fill your heart from an inexhaustible source
Things will get better and not worse

All my life, blessings He will give no matter what
I found love and He freed me from the rut
So I have been standing still with the world in my hand
All the while discovering the flowers in the sand

Such flowers would have the Father say, Stop!
And resound His Word in the thunder that I drop
From His Sons of Thunder a word if I might
That for Love you must fight

Been saying for years that I became Love
In His Name I was freed by the Dove
So would you fight for me, I ask in dismay?
To Him with love there is really only one way