You say that You believe in us at times I wonder why

You say You see the Father in our eyes

But I think if I were You Lord I'd wash my hands today

And turn my back on all our alibis

For we crucify each other leaving a battered wounded bride

But Jesus loves the church

So we'll walk the aisle of history towards the marriage feast

For Jesus loves the church

We fight like selfish children vying for that special prize

We struggle with our gifts before Your face

And I know You look with sorrow at the blindness in our eyes

As we trip each other half-way through the race

And we crucify each other leaving a battered wounded bride

But Jesus loves the church

So we'll walk the aisle of history towards the marriage feast

For Jesus loves the church

I want to learn to love like You I don't know where to start

I want to see them all but through Your eyes

For You believed enough to live amidst the maddened crowd

Enough to die before our very eyes

And we crucify each other leaving a battered wounded bride

But Jesus loves the church

And so we'll walk the aisle of history towards the marriage feast

For Jesus loves the church

Yes we'll walk the aisle of history towards the marriage feast

For Jesus loves the church

And as He hung in naked grief bleeding for our crimes

You saw our fickle hearts and cried I love You I love You

You are mine all mine

I love you