Many people in the steeple
But no one leaves the walls
Quick to stand and speak
All of their beliefs
Quick to leave you if you fall
Tell me, where's the love
That knows no boundaries
Tell me, where's the love
Open arms
We need to be open arms
Never judging, always loving
Needs to be what we become
Lifting up the lost,
Showing them the cross,
Shining brightly like the sun
But no one leaves the walls
Quick to stand and speak
All of their beliefs
Quick to leave you if you fall
Tell me, where's the love
That knows no boundaries
Tell me, where's the love
Open arms
We need to be open arms
Never judging, always loving
Needs to be what we become
Lifting up the lost,
Showing them the cross,
Shining brightly like the sun
Composta por: Matt Bronleewe / Michael W. Smith