I have heard the news
And I have felt the crimes
And I've counted up the numbers
And I've crossed the battle lines

And I have smelled the hatred
For those that aren't the same
And I've pointed my own fingers
But I'm not clear of blame

I've heard the promises of heaven
And I've heard the threats of hell
But maybe we're already living
Within the stories that we tell

For I have wept for bruises
On the backs of those too young
But I cling to the Father
Who calls us all His own

May your heart never grow hard
May your eyes always see beauty
Though you sometimes need to weep
Though you sometimes need to fight
May joy come in the morning
May darkness find the light

And may you never give up
May you never give up on love
May you never give up
May you never give up on love
May you never give up
May you never give up on love
May you never give up
May you never give up on love
May you never give up
May you never give up on love
May you never give up
May you never give up on love