Truest love

Truest love

It was the ire ever deep
it was the abandoners received
it was the mercy to forgive
it was the love to let them live. 
It was love. 

It was the blessing of a star
it was the promise of a king
it was the wrists and the scars
it was the cross to set them free.
It was love. 

It was the light from above
it was the descent of the dove
it was the redemption enough
It was love.

It was the joy and peace
it was the hope to each 
it was the praise to sing
It was the victory of the King. 
It is His love. 

It is our patient wait and our hopeful prayers
lived by the fate 
he died to repair.

It is His love that could create
souls He would not leave forsaken 
and in His love we await 
The return of our Maker.