Lost my luggage in Kalamazoo Same way I tend to lose my conscience, too Another day in these dirty old blues, and I don't seem to mind This is a thing that confounds me You can find me; You surround and remind me I lose my way and I forget about You But You still remember me Isn't it love? The rain that falls on the sinner and the saint. Isn't it love? The well that won't run dry Isn't it love? These mercies are made new every morning And when I think about that prodigal son I've got to smile when I see the old man run And I know that You love us the same 'Cause the sun came up today Just as if we deserved it Just as if every one of us fools was worth it Truth is that we'll never be perfect, but You love us just the same Isn't it love? This rain that falls on the sinner and the saints Isn't it love? This well that won't run dry Isn't it love? These mercies are made new every morning Isn't it love to look down from the sky And see Your only Son on the cross asking why And somehow let Him die that way And not call the whole thing off All for a man here in Kalamazoo Who loses his bags and his way sometimes too But that was something that You already knew And still You died for me