Love, is not like skipping stones
Bouncing and skimming, from one to another
I see how people love, like that
Falling to hurt and blaming the other
(My heart knows, and holds true love)
I learned in the journey, guided from above
I skimmed, across some hearts in life
Some hurts, some tears, some trouble, and strife
Then I heard, about a man, who died for me
Upon a cross, beaten, and tortured, upon a tree
His love, dripped blood, his tears, pure and clean
A love, so true, so deep, and free
A love, like this, I had never known
My loves before, were skipping stones
And now, this rock, this peace, down below
Has given, me strength, His love, I know.
Deep love bleeds, true love loves.
So I walk stronger, and so I will love.