Fits & Starts (It Isn't Love at All)

I'm posting a few things today that I wrote a while back. Here's another.


Fits & Starts (It Isn't Love at All)
(c) Jon Trott, 2006

They’re gathering guns and bombs and lies
Build high that Palestine Wall
But my baby knows the true good news
She’s Wisdom and few hear her call
The way she smiles tight in my arms
All warm and soft and small
Is like a choir singing praise to God
And a preacher standing tall

Love that doesn’t overtake everything
Really isn’t love at all

Another woman once tore my heart
My wounds by Love were healed
Or at least they’re healing now, I pray
Through suffering Love is revealed
Through tears dried and sins repealed
I am the rain or am I the dusty field?
I carry my cross in fits and starts
But on my hands and feet no blood’s congealed

Love that doesn’t overtake everything
Really isn’t love at all

Jesus dance me across dry stubble
Across the stone and tears and rubble
No matter how far no matter the time
She thee and me - Oh Triune rhyme!
Wisdom's in the street again
With few friends and without a gun
They killed another terrorist
And made themselves twice one

Love that doesn’t overtake everything
Really isn’t love at all
Love that doesn’t overtake everything
Really isn’t love at all at all...
It isn't love at all.