(Written for a dear friend I met in Israel)

When I didn’t know him, when I didn’t care

When my life was broken—didn’t have a prayer

(no, I didn’t have a prayer)

He found me there. Yeah, he found me there.

Now I’m fa-a-alling in love!

Looking for the reasons, searching for a life

In a thousand pieces, broken up inside

(I was broken up inside)

For me, he died. Yeah, for me, he died!

Now I’m fa-a-alling in love!

How well he knows me, yet he does forgive

With his arms around me I’m learning how to live

(yeah, I’m learning how to live)

Because I’m his. Yeah, because I’m his.

I’m fa-a-alling in love!

I am my beloved’s, my beloved’s mine.

At his banquet table I have come to dine

(yeah, I have come to dine)

His peace I find. Yeah, his peace I find.

Now I’m fa-a-alling in love!