Trouble In Paradise

Lord how can I give unconditional love
When it’s something that I can't seem to touch
How do I get over the deepest hurts, and pains
When they come from the very ones I care about so much

When others see that I have been wounded
They want to hurt me still
I am so glad that you are not like all the others
You give me the love, and comfort, that no one else will

How come the “sinner” will look after their own
But it’s the “saints” that smile in each other's faces
Even as the knives are being thrown
We lie, and we gossip, then with those very same tongues
We stand up to testify, and sing praise and worship songs

"Praise the Lord, Hallelujah, I'm Free"
It’s just as if You don't know, or You can't see
I have to say, Lord, sometimes I wonder
Are we all even on the same team?

If others don't want to get to Heaven with me
Then why don't they get off of this train, and stop hindering
I know that you never promised me that everything would be easy
But knowing ahead of time that fire burns, doesn’t stop it from hurting

Until the rapture becomes a reality
No matter what others say, or what they do to me
I still have to keep trying to find a way to give
This intangible, unconditional thing called Love
The one thing I can't seem to touch
Is the very thing that I need to feel



John L. Donelson
Prodigal Son Productions
Copyright © 1998

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