(1 Corinthians 13:1-3)

I thought I'd win them all with words
I'd say a smooth little line to win the room every time
And they'd be moved by what they heard
My tongue as empty as my heart
It's not enough to play the part
O Jesus give me more than words

We pass out paper facts all week but they won't come around
We can debate theology but they won't come around
Apologetic reasoning, but they won't come around, come around
There's only one way they'll come and it's love

I am a one man marching band
And you'll be mighty surprised to realize
Just how I'm playing my songs
It's all live music ten till one
Come hear some cymbal crashing, son
And maybe hear me beat the gong

We pass out paper facts all week but they won't come around
We can debate theology but they won't come around
Apologetic reasoning, but they won't come around, come around
There's only one way they'll come and it's love

Men with other men loving the mammon more than God, man
They're in a sinking ship and who can save them? God can
Maybe for a minute I can get back to the heart of it
Sure I've got zeal, but does love have a part in it?
Passionate words and beautiful phrases
They just don't mean much if I don't have Jesus in it, in it

We pass out paper facts all week but they won't come around
We can debate theology but they won't come around
Apologetic reasoning, but they won't come around, come around
There's only one way they'll come and it's love

And it's love
And it's love
And it's love
And it's love