This Kind

This kind of love
Is not like the others
It sharpens the edges
It deepens the colors
It's shot through with laughter
And some kind of holy abandon
There's a runway to fly from
And a safe place for landing

This kind of love
This kind of love
This kind
This kind of love
This kind of love
This kind

This kind of love
Will look till it finds us
It knocks on the front door
It sneaks up behind us
Calls you by name
Then it stands there
And waits for an answer
It wants you to come home
Wants you to start over

This kind of love
This kind of love
This kind
This kind of love
This kind of love
This kind

I know you've been running
The streets of the city
Changing all the channels
On the TV screen
Knocking on doors
Dialing up numbеrs
Now Jesus wants to show you
What real love mеans

This kind of love
Is not like the others, no
It sharpens the edges
It deepens the colors
It's shot through with laughter
And some kind of holy abandon
There's a runway to fly from
And a safe place for landing

This kind of love
This kind of love
This kind
This kind of love
This kind of love
This kind

You want a runway to fly from
Little bird
(Yeah, oh, yeah, this kind of love)
Whoa...

This kind of love
This is some kind of love

This kind of love
This kind of love
This kind
This kind of love
Oh-whoa-whoa, this kind