The same old love that held Jesus on the tree,
is the same old love that fills the holes in me.

We get our feelings hurt;
we get scared.
We get rejected; and
our teeth are bared.

We want to lash out;
we want to scream--
What's it all about?
Life can be so cruel, it seems.

But the same old love that held Jesus on the tree,
is the same old love that fills the holes in me.

My battlescars remind me
that I fought to survive.
Remembering still scares me,
and that's no jive.

Now fear no longer owns me;
I can step out into the sun.
Through Jesus, I claim the victory;
Because of Him, I've won.

Yes.  The same old love that held Jesus on the tree,
is the same old love that fills the holes in me.

2/3/2003