Love Is The Final Fight

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This song is so powerful. I listened to the words and my heart begins to beat fast. Love will break all barriers, bring hope to the hopeless,life to the lifeless and is the heartbeat of reconciliation. I am so, so very much thankful for John M. Perkins and all those who have fought for us, African Americans to be where we are today. Though, sadly, the screams of racism still cries out today, we can find HOPE in this wonderful GOSPEL that brings forgiveness and love to all generations. John Perkins story is living proof that love is louder than violence, louder than hatred, and louder than racism.


Switchfoot -'The Sound' (John M. Perkins Blues)






Lyrics:
Boom... The Static comes in slow
You can feel it grow
Our stream of conscience flows
Under the streets below

The rivers made of sound
Still running underground
Runs like a silent flood
We run as thick as blood


Can you hear it rise
Up from the ground
Can’t drown it out
Can you hear it now

This is the sound of a heartbeat
This is the sound of the discontented mouths
Of a haunted nation
We are the voice of breaking down

Can you hear me?
This is the sound of the desperation bound
By our own collision
We are the voice of breaking down

The static comes alive
Beneath the broken skies
John Perkins said it right
Love is the final fight

Let it rise above
Rise above
There is no song
Louder than love

This is the sound of a heartbeat
this is the sound of the discontented mouths
of a haunted nation
we are the voice of breaking down

Can you hear me?
This is the sound of the desperation bound
by our own collision
we are the voice of breaking down

Down,Down,Down

Let it rise above
Up from the ground
Can't drown it out
Can you hear it now

This is the sound of a heartbeat
This is the sound of the discontented mouths
Of a haunted nation, we are the voice of breaking down

Can you hear me
This is the sound of the desperation bound
by our condition, we are the voice of breaking down

This is the sound
This is the sound



If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames,but have not love, I gain nothing. 1 Corinthians 13:1-3