A Love that is Pure (Through the Sower's Tears)

I've heard of love more pure than gold

Its voice more soft than angel's song

When hearts, in ages past, grew cold

So bright, this love breaks through the dawn

And like a seed thrown to the ground

With gentle hands the Father sows

Though rain rejects, the seed is found

The Sower's tears must make it grow

And we, though once communed with Him

And walked in light, were innocent

But now our one Saviour from sin

Must bloom in hope to remake sense

So once the Father pours His tears

And feeds the heart of whom He sent

the seed, once thought to disappear

Will take a stand, that which He's meant

Its roots grow firm and grab the soil

Embrace His call to regain love

To save us from the pain and toil

To show the Father's grace above

He takes this world and makes it new

He folds His roots, with arms of grace

Around this wretched, depraved blue

And covers us and takes our place

This love can't be contained in me

I must proclaim its saving power

And deeper than the deepest sea

I'm rained upon by thickest shower

You're love, Father, more pure than gold

You whisper in through angel's song

Empowered by Your grace of old

So sure, You're love through me breaks dawn