Too many hearts on too many strings,
We could cut them down, but instead we let them hang in the breeze,
Oh, my brothers, tell me why.
And why is my sister down on her knees, crying out, "Won't somebody love me"?
And where are we?
Didn't he love them?
Didn't he hold out his hand?
Wasn't Jesus a model, an example to man of how we must love everyone in this land and give 'til it hurts?
Isn't that part of the plan?
But we can't see through our religious charade, to take what he's given and give love away.
One more night, no place to call home,
A torn-up jacket on his back, it's getting pretty cold,
Where do I stand?
Do I reach out my hand?
And one more child's face on my TV screen,
She's dying of hunger; why can't we meet her need?
And where are we?
Didn't he love them?
Didn't he hold out his hand?
Wasn't Jesus a model, an example to man of how we must love everyone in this land and give 'til it hurts?
Isn't that part of the plan?
But we can't see through our holy façade, to do the one thing that we're called to by God.
Didn't he love us?
Didn't he hold out his hand?
Wasn't Jesus a model, an example to man,
He said, "Love every person, everyone in this land, and give 'til it hurts,"
And wasn't that part of the plan?
But we've all been blinded by our selfish ways,
Can we change this pattern?
Will we stay the same?
Didn't he love them?
Didn't he hold out his hand?
Wasn't Jesus a model, an example to man of how we must love everyone in this land and give 'til it hurts?
Isn't that part of the plan?
Didn't he love them?
Didn't he hold out his hand?
Wasn't Jesus a model, an example to man of how we must love everyone in this land and give 'til it hurts?
Isn't that part of the plan?
Didn't he love them?
Didn't he love them?
Didn't he love them?
Didn't he love them?
