The Love We Make

Desperate is the day that is tomorrow For those who do not know the time has come To whip the dogs that beg, steal or borrow From the table, God set for His son Wicked is the witch that stands for nothing All the while watching to see you fall Deeper than the ditch that bred your suffering The one being dug right now by them all Happy is the way to meet your burdens No matter how heavy or dark the day Pity on those with no hope for tomorrow It's never as bad as it seems until we say Precious is the baby with a mother That tells him that his Saviour is coming soon All that believe will cleanse and purify themselves Put down the needle, put down the spoon Precious is the baby with a mother That tells him that his Saviour is coming soon All that believe will cleanse and purify themselves Put down the needle, put down the spoon Sacred is the prayer that asks for nothing, oh While seeking to give thanks for every breath we take, oh Blessed are we inside this prayer For in the new world, we will be there The only love there is, is the love we make The only love there is, is the love we make (The only love there is, is the love we make) Only love there is, only love there is The only love there is, is the love we make (Yeah) The only love there is, is the love we make