This Love
There's something deep about this love.
Deep goes the love that flows from our Father's heart.
How far does it go?
We don't know,
but yet we do know.
Because a man died and rose from the grave.
The man, one of three,
died and rose again for me.
The world.
Every human soul.
Deep goes the love,
deep does it flow
from my head to my toes,
to my heart it flows.
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