They tell me there’s songs reserved for angels. Would You sing me one, a stranger, just to prove Your love?
They tell me You’ve given poor men kingdoms and handed guilty freedom and taken on their stains.
Your love will never change. Your love will never change...
They tell me that You dwell with good and evil. In alleys and cathedrals, shadows and the light.
They tell me You hold the world together, not from guilt, but pleasure.
You somehow know my name. Your love will never change...
So tell me there’s nothing that You can’t do and You’ll love me though I’ve hurt You and that You’ll take all my blame. Your love will never change...
Your love will never change
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