Children of God, what have we done
We’ve taken the truth, and made it a weapon
How easy we forget, what drew and pulled us in
It was not pointed fingers, or proving me wrong
That called and convicted, me to come home
But kindness brought repentance
Freedom and forgiveness
Oh children
If we’re gonna be known for something
Let it be love, love, love
Speaking the truth means nothing, without love, love, love
'Cause no one’s gonna hear us
If we keep throwing stones
If we’re gonna be known for something, let it be love
Children of God, we’ve painted our signs
Saying come as you are, but is that what they find?
Ready arms of welcome, steady hands to help them
Rebuild what’s been broken, the bridges that burned
For hearts only open, with the key trust has earned
How else will they know Him
Who else is gonna show them
Oh children
Patient and kind, keeps no record of wrongs
Gives more than it takes, no matter the cost
It is not proud, selfish or rude
Lays down its life, for its enemies too
It hurts and it cries, bleeds and it dies
Hopes and trusts, though it is crushed
Believes, sustains, endures the pain, love always prevails
It sings with songs of victory
Plants gardens where deserts used to be
Wastelands alive with living streams, love never fails
If we’re gonna be known for something, let it be love
'Cause no one’s gonna hear us
If we keep throwing stones
If we’re gonna be known for something, let it be love
Let it be love
