Isn’t It Love Andrew Peterson

Lost my luggage in Kalamazoo
Same way I tend to lose my conscience, too
Another day in these dirty old blues, and I don't seem to mind
This is a thing that confounds me
You can find me; You surround and remind me
I lose my way and I forget about You
But You still remember me

Isn't it love?
The rain that falls on the sinner and the saint
Isn't it love?
The well that won't run dry
Isn't it love?
These mercies are made new every morning

And when I think about that prodigal son
I've got to smile when I see the old man run
And I know that You love us the same
'cause the sun came up today
Just as if we deserved it
Just as if every one of us fools was worth it
Truth is that we'll never be perfect, but You love us just the same

Isn't it love?
This ran that falls on the sinner and the saint
Isn't it love?
This well that won't run dry
Isn't it love?
These mercies are made new every morning