Lovingkindness,
Lovingkindness all my days
Lovingkindness,
Lovingkindness all my days
Lord, I sing Your praise

I live by the precepts of a poem that survives
Spoken by the murdered King of history’s hated tribe
I believe in the impossible
In things I cannot prove
That oceans can be parted
and the hearts of haters moved
Lovingkindness,
Lovingkindness all my days
Lord, I sing Your praise

I don’t speak for anyone else, I barely speak for me
I believe in the impossible, In things that cannot be
I’m smart enough and strong enough and wise enough to know
I don’t deserve the harvest of a field I didn’t sow

Walk with me, don’t say a word
How don’t you feel amazed?
How don’t you want to thank someone?
How can you not give praise?
I wander through the darkness graced with life I don’t deserve
Show me who to thank and teach me how to serve
Lovingkindness,
Lovingkindness all my days
Lord, I sing Your praise