If it was a path
It would be narrow
Valleys and hills

But straight as an arrow

If it was a place

It wouldn't have a steeple
It probably wouldn't even
Have many people


Love was born in a manger
Died for us all to wash our sins away

Only few really thought
That he was the Savior
Sometimes love is a stranger


A face that's tired
Hands hurting

A body that sore
From so much serving


You might think you've found it
Or it might take you a lifetime to find that perfect image of love that's in your mind