Is it the sun that gives us heat.
Is it the moon that moves a sea,
that spreads it's mystery.
Is it the flower that shares it's bloom.
Is it the tree that gives us fruit for us to eat,
that gives us shade to sleep.
His love is something
that made it begin for the first time.
And his love set it right to keep us goin' on.
But we keep drifting away,
from the love that makes life.
We keep drifting away from his side.
Is it the thunder that brings fear.
Is it the sparrow that brings music to my ear.
And is it the rain that cleans the land.
Is it the dust over the farm, the frame of man.
So delicately planned.
His love is something
that made it begin for the first time.
And his love set it right to keep us goin' on.
But we keep drifting away,
from the love that makes life.
We keep drifting away from his side.
