You cut me up, you cut me down,
You cut me through and through with bitterness.
You take me in, you take me out,
You take me down into your hopelessness
Claiming that my life is a second class existence
Won’t make life any better for you
Reaching for your Bible to justify your hatred
Won’t make God hate your enemies even if you
Call it love
Yes you call it love
Why do you call it love

You give me fear, you give me guilt,
You give me hate and rage and emptiness
You make me lie, you make me cry
You make me try to change my humanness
Marrying the state to your church won’t heal division
Just multiply the scars that we bear
If you take our rights don’t pretend it is your duty
Don’t dress your bigotry up in drag
And call it love
Yes you call it love
How dare you call it love

Love’s so wide, it’s so deep,
It’s so high, it’s so freely given to you;
What do you give to us now?
Love’s so rich, it’s so real,
It is all, yet we feel we need to hide it away;
Keep it from each other

Love’s in no hurry, it is kind,
Love does not envy, does not boast.
Love is not proud and is not rude,
Love does not seek it’s own reward.
Love has no anger, keeps no score,
Love rejects evil for the truth.
Love always guards and trusts and hopes,
Love perseveres, love never fails.
No-one could call this love

Leigh Harrison © APRA 2008