To Love Our God (Text adapted from Ecclesiastes 1 & 12) Where does the wind come from? Where does it go? Blowing north then south, how does it know? O where does the wind come from? O where does it go? How does it know? The rain flows gently to the sea, yet the sea is never full. How can these things be? How can these things be? How can they be? Humanity works hard to make a name, toiling in the sun, yet nothing gained. We all return to dust from whence we came. All is empty, all is empty, all is vain. To love our God, the reason we live; to love our God, the highest call. Nothing satisfies our soul, gives life meaning, makes us whole For this purpose we were made to love our God. To love our God, to love our God, The reason that we live is to love our God. To love our God, the reason we live; to love our God the highest call. Nothing satisfies our soul, gives life meaning, makes us whole. For this purpose we were made to love our God, to love our God, To love our God. |