The Love of the Father Glad

There's no mark on the wall of the world
That's worthy of the Word
There's no dark desperate hall of your soul
That cannot be lit by the Lord

There's no good that can pay
For the gift of His grace
No harm that can hurt
Beyond hope or replace
The Love of the Father
As seen on the face of the Son

All our passions pathetically pale
In the light of the atoning cross
And our fashions all finally fail
In the wake of that wonder and cost

In the tomb of temptation
We panic and pace
And we pray that our pride
Will never erase
The Love of the Father
As seen on the face of the Son

Family features are hard to mistake
Eyes of caring and heart full of ache
Offspring and offering
Of the ageless and conquering all