Love was when God became a man,
locked in time and space,
without rank or place.

His love is like a rolling river, a clear and cool retreat
Flowing on and calm and beauty
Gentle, ever sweet

Love was when God became a man,
locked in time and space, without rank or place.
Love was God born of Jewish kin;
Just a carpenter with some fishermen.

Jesus loves me! This I know,
For the Bible tells me so;
Little ones to Him belong;
They are weak, but He is strong.

The trees are gently swaying,
Swaying, swaying;
The trees are gently swaying,
Whispering "God is love."

This is my commandment,
that you love one another
that your joy may be full.