I lost my luggage out in Kalamazoo
Same way I tend to lose my conscience, too
Another day in these dirty old blues, and I don't seem to mind
Now this is a thing that confounds me
You can find me, Lord, You surround and remind me
I lose my way and I forget about You
But You still remember me

Isn't it love?
This rain that falls on the sinners and the saints
Isn't it love?
This well that won't run dry
Isn't it love?

And when I think about that prodigal son
I've gotta smile when I see the old man run
And I know that You love us the same
'Cause the sun came up today
Just as if we deserved it
Just as if any onе of us fools was worth it
Truth is that I'm anything but perfect
But You'll love mе just the same

Isn't it love?
This rain that falls on the sinners and the saints
Isn't it love?
This well that won't run dry
Isn't it love?
Isn't that love?
Now isn't it love to look down from the sky
And see Your only Son on the cross asking why
And somehow let Him die that way
And not call the whole thing off
All for this man stuck here in Kalamazoo
Who loses his bags and his way sometimes too
But that was something that You already knew
And still You died for me
Still You died for me

Now isn't that love?
This love that falls on the sinners and the saints
Isn't it love?
This well that won't run dry
Isn't it love?
These mercies are made new every morning
Isn't it love, isn't it love, isn't it love?
Isn't it love, isn't it love, isn't it love?
Isn't it love, isn't it love, isn't it love?
Isn't it love? (Love love love, love love love)
(Love love love, love love love)