Lyrics

to a sad, old house
(desolate and tired),
cobwebs woven thick and high;
my Father came and,
finding frailty in its frame,
knew better beauty had to here abide.

the nails in His hands for to
fix what’s come undone…
these walls beg to dance!
sound the trumpet, work has just begun!

You tore down the curtain
to let in the light.
o, the splendour! You were certain
of the shining on the other side!
then the darkened, dirty corners
couldn’t help but change
when the colours of Your vital love
chased the gloom away!

the air, dead and heavy,
made stale and stifled breath and,
weighed as a burden on His heart.
it was affection that He chose
to in every crooked floorboard sow,
bringing will and worth to every broken part!

the nails in His hands for to
fix what’s come undone…
these walls beg to dance!
sound the trumpet, work has just begun!

You tore down the curtain
to let in the light.
o, the splendour! You were certain
of the shining on the other side!
then the darkened, dirty corners
couldn’t help but change
when the colours of Your vital love
chased the gloom away!

out of the brokenness
You built a home and
painted me right, called me son
and said, “you’ll never be alone.”