To open so wide her door--
She filled hundreds of boxes
To help the unemployed and poor.
It must be…
It must be the love of Jesus
That she clothed so many homeless—
The number is enough to shame us all,
And should at least embarrass.
It must be… It must be the love of Jesus
To feed the hungry under the highway span,
And drive the truck herself (to show a woman can!).
It must be…
It must be the love of Jesus—
She cared for others above herself.
People meant more to her than personal affluence,
A nice neighborhood, comfort and wealth.
It must be…
It must be the love of Jesus
To give so much and go the extra mile.
She’d give you her coat if you needed one too,
And hand it to you with a hug and a smile.
It must be…
It must be the love of Jesus
Nice folks will never know.
They give to ease a conscience
Or merely make a show.
It must be…
It must be the love of Jesus
So extravagant and free,
That even Christians object to the “waste”
And think you’ve gone a little crazy!
It must be…
It must be the love of Jesus
To take one person to change the world.
The Pharisees, it scandalized
And with scorn their lips were curled.
It must be…
It must be the love of Jesus
That doesn’t know when to stop.
You know she’s got it when she sees a mess
And is the first to grab a mop!
It must be…
It must be the love of Jesus
That’s lost all worldly pride,
For whom our comfort zone means nothing
Because she’s taken the Samaritan’s side.
It must be…
It must be the love of Jesus—
Have we finally got the point?
The same love saved your sin-sick soul
In your condo or honky tonk joint!
It must be…
It must be the love of Jesus
That we should have in equal part—
Or do we give in careful measure
And dole out with half a heart?
It must be…
It must be the love of Jesus—
Though we richly received
Now do we share?
Or do we let go a trickle
And for the poor don’t really care?
It must be…
It must be the love of Jesus
That exposes the poverty within,
For when we think love’s too costly,
That’s when we starve spiritually within.
It must be…
It must be the love of Jesus
That opens the Pearly Gates wide,
But if we don’t follow our Master
We’ll never walk through inside.
It must be…
It must be the love of Jesus
To show us our lack though it hurts.
He’d rather see us turned to givers
Than miss a reward big as Myrt’s.