Andrew Peterson - Isnt it love

^A Lost my ^Dluggage in ^GKalamazoo ^A Same way I ^Dtend to lose my ^Gconscience, too ^A Another ^Dday in these dirt^Gy old blues, and ^AI don't ^Dseem to ^Gmind ^{D/G G D/G G A}This is a ^Dthing that con^Gfounds me ^A You can find me;^D You sur^Ground and remind me ^A I ^Dlose my way and I for^Gget about You But You ^Astill re^Dmember ^Gme ^{D/G G}

^D/GIsn't ^Git love^D? The ^Arain that falls on the ^Bmsinner and the saint^{D/G G D/G}Isn't ^Git love? ^D The ^Awell that won't run ^Gdry ^{D/G G D/G}

^A And when I ^Dthink about that ^Gprodigal son ^A I've got to ^Dsmile when I see the ^Gold man run ^A And I ^Dknow that You love^G us the same 'cause the ^Asun came ^Dup tod^Gay ^{D/G G D/G A} Just as ^Dif we des^Gerved it Just as ^Aif any ^Done of us ^Gfools was worth it ^ATruth is that we'll ^Dnever be perfect, but You ^Glove us just the same ^{D/G G}

^D/GIsn't ^Git ^Dlove? This ^Arain that falls on the ^Gsinner and the saint ^{D/G G D/G}Isn't ^Git ^Dlove? This ^Awell that won't run ^Gdry ^{D/G G}Isn't^D/G it l^Bmove? ^AOh isn't it ^Glove

^A Isn't it ^Dlove to look ^Gdown from the sky ^A And see Your only ^DSon on the ^Gcross asking why ^A And someh^Dow let Him ^Gdie that way And not ^Acall the w^Dhole thing ^Goff ^{D/G G D/G G A} All for a ^Dman stuck in ^GKalamazoo Who ^Aloses his ^Dbags and his ^Gway sometimes too ^A But that was ^Dsomething that You ^Galready knew ^A And still You ^Ddied for ^Gme ^{D/G G}Isn't ^D/Git l^Gove Isn't it ^Alove

And isn't it ^Dlove This ^Arain that falls on the ^Gsinner and the saint ^{D/G G D/G}Isn't ^Git ^Dlove This ^Awell that won't run ^Gdry ^D/GIsn't ^Git ^Bmlove These ^Amercies are made ^Emnew ^D/E e^Emvery ^D/Emorning^Em Isn't it ^Glove Isn't it ^Alove And isn't it ^N.C.love