Two Wooden Beams

What is love?
What is His name?
Who is His son?
Is He okay?
Or was it all
A part of His plans?
The thorns on His brow
The nails in his hands

I'm not perfect and purchased by blood
I gave Him nothing and He gave it all
All the words in the world aren't enough
Cause I can't define, can't deny Your

Love, it bleeds
It's whipped and it's bruised, it was hung on a tree
All for me
Love is the blood stains on two wooden beams

Where is love?
Where did it go?
Lately it seems like nobody knows
In a world where money's the game
We traded true love
For pocket change

I'm not perfect and purchased by blood
I gave Him nothing and He gave it all
All the words in the world aren't enough
Cause I can't define, can't deny Your

Love, it bleeds
It's whipped and it's bruised, it was hung on a tree
All for me
Love is the blood stains on two wooden beams

Lord knows I've tried
But I can't describe
No I can't define, can't deny, oh

Love, it bleeds
It's whipped and it's bruised, it was hung on a tree
All for me
Love is the blood stains on two wooden beams

Love, it bleeds
It's whipped and it's bruised, it was hung on a tree
All for me
Love is the blood stains on two wooden beams
Love is the blood stains on two wooden beams

On two wooden beams