What do they call this?
This perfect love?
They can't brand it with a stamp.
They can't hold it for ransom.
What is it's name?
This unending grace?
They can't capture it with a net.
Or sullenly clip it's wings.
This love, this grace.
It's yours, free of charge.
It's a non-profit organization.
It's a moneyless transaction.
It's free of late fees and premiums.
You're never in debt, never betting your bottom dollar.
You lose nothing, you gain life.
What is this love?
It's the cape clad hero.
The show stopping finale, the star of the show.
It's the loser and the winner.
It's the executive employee.
The first class flyer, the humble coach rider.
It's the man on the corner with the sign "God Bless You."
It's you, it's me.
It's everything.
With every breath we take we cry out for it.
Our whisper, our tears, they say "We need this, we need this."
Our songs, our hopes, our dreams.
Our minds are shouting, our hearts are longing.
Our eyes are searching, our hands are reaching.
What is this love?
His name is Abba.