In a book called the bible, God sent to us His word. And in so many other ways His gentle voice is heard. the singing birds, the whispering winds, or
rippling waters blue. But if we still don't know Him, what else can He do?
What else could God do that He hasn't done? Just to seek and save us
He gave His only Son. To wandering souls He whispers, "after all my love
for you, if you still don't come unto me - what else can I do?"
A crowd, a cross, a hill create a picture in my mind of the greatest
act of love a searching heart could ever find. Then heaven hid it's face
'cause God and angels couldn't bare to watch the Savior dying for a
world that did not care
What else could God do that He hasn't done? Just to seek and save us
He gave His only Son. To wandering souls He whispers, "after all my love
for you, if you still don't come unto me - what else can I do?"