Life of Love

[Orijin]
What's the point if I jot flows and rock shows, mic in my hand
If I don't show love and hold up the highest command:
Love your neighbour every second, but first... love your God.
Imagine if your heart might have just one more throb
And you're the last to know the truth about this life's sole cause
You probably wouldn't hesitate or fight or pause
To be obedient and share God's love with people needing it
Yet we've been lenient in conveying this key ingredient
To the recipe of life
How could I fail to live a life of love but claim my destiny's in Christ?
It definitely isn't right. So to everyone who's ever seen the light,
Let's see to it that we're living sacrificial
I'm not just talking giving back a fistful in collection plates
But giving of yourself in service for heaven's sake
Step in faith, it's simple as lending a listening ear
Instead of gawking at the sin of our peers
Or try feeding the hungry instead of feeding greed
He decrees we serve Him by serving the least of these
I could do a song, lead a long discussion
On how the world's broken, people are lost, and we should long to love them
But if you faithfully lead a life that beams the light of Jesus Christ
Then people, you don't need to write a song
Or a book, or an academic paper
You could say a lot more through a sacrificial favour
About the love, mercy, and compassion of our Saviour
See, all you need to put love into practice... is a neighbour



[Brett Klassen]
Don't we want affection and romance to slow dance?
One person to see the movements the soul has
So hands hold more than only one thought we can't pronounce
These rent payments have meant pain and empathy
Cause the mundane, slow flames have emptied me
A fire within I'm supposed to spread gently
Generally it’s these simple acts that are getting me
confused…

One morning I woke up
put my feet on the floor and my socks were soaked up
water in the bedroom and I didn't know what caused it
I pause for thoughts, like, "Imma need a mop quick!"
The neighbour and lent us hers. Awesome.
As I got it her and her kids came over we talked with them
They said someone on the 15th floor had gotten
their hands on the fire hose and it travelled to our apartments

I finished up my roommate had breakfast started
Neighbours had some too when we offered
Now I could write about the excitement of a partner
The inside jokes and hopes to grow stronger
But my confusion lies in something that goes farther
‘Cause breakups and divorce can't even harm your life of love... which is more natural yet much harder


[Jon Corbin]
They were supposed to drive to the East Coast
The winding roads ahead seemed too much to anticipate
They hadn’t even left the city and it already felt likes ages...
Just to get to the pharmacy
Praying fervently that he wouldn’t blow up again
His abuse was taking a toll
Especially when he lost it public
Could it be more embarrassing?
Could it reveal any more of their weaknesses?
His grumbling a dark cloud moving from the car to the store then to the street corner for a smoke
On the verge of explosion
People passing by trying not look but taking it all in with eager ears
No one really there to help
He was yelling… Yelling, about her losing 10 dollars
The wounds he was creating much greater than one piece of paper and ink
His accusing tone tearing across the silence of the parking lot as easily as it tore into her spirit
With a flick of the cigarette he was back in the store to continue his terrorizing
His victim remained in the car - numb and embarrassed
She didn't even notice the man parked beside her in a minivan travelling with three quiet passengers who didn't mind that their driver didn't leave right away
They sat there patiently while the driver surveyed the scene
She didn't notice him, except as a further point of embarrassment
But as her head turned slowly, she saw him standing at her with window, hands holding a 10 dollar bill
“Here,” he said. “Maybe this will get him to shut up.”
She said nothing, but her hands moved slowly to take the bill
The man spoke quietly, "He's not mad about the money. There's something much deeper going on."
She breathed deeply, "I know."
“Well, here you go ma’am. Have a good trip,” and the man turned and headed back to the minivan
The exchange happened so fast that the woman couldn't take it all in
She was trying to take a look at who had arrived by her side…a tall man with a hooded sweater… afro... but it was too late. Her eyes were welling with tears
“Thank you,” she managed to choke out, in between gasps for breath
“God bless you,” the man said. Then he drove away.