Children of God, what have we done We’ve taken the truth, and made it a weapon How easy we forget, what drew and pulled us in It was not pointed fingers, or proving me wrong That called and convicted, me to come home But kindness brought repentance Freedom and forgiveness Oh children If we’re gonna be known for something Let it be love, love, love Speaking the truth means nothing, without love, love, love 'Cause no one’s gonna hear us If we keep throwing stones If we’re gonna be known for something, let it be love Children of God, we’ve painted our signs Saying come as you are, but is that what they find? Ready arms of welcome, steady hands to help them Rebuild what’s been broken, the bridges that burned For hearts only open, with the key trust has earned How else will they know Him Who else is gonna show them Oh children Patient and kind, keeps no record of wrongs Gives more than it takes, no matter the cost It is not proud, selfish or rude Lays down its life, for its enemies too It hurts and it cries, bleeds and it dies Hopes and trusts, though it is crushed Believes, sustains, endures the pain, love always prevails It sings with songs of victory Plants gardens where deserts used to be Wastelands alive with living streams, love never fails If we’re gonna be known for something, let it be love 'Cause no one’s gonna hear us If we keep throwing stones If we’re gonna be known for something, let it be love Let it be love