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My life has been like an old house, far past the outskirts of town
The kind that you see down a dirt road and wonder why it’s not torn down
Abandoned and empty, forgotten and appears
So overgrown and ravaged by the years
So ...come through the doorway, I’ve closed in the past
And tear down the walls of my pride
Open the windows and push out the darkness by
Letting in Heaven’s pure light
Banish the silence-open this tomb
Your living room
Let there be music and laughter and let there be memories displayed
Moments I’ve framed to remind me of your sweet goodness and grace
Let a fire burn brightly and let it be known
To all who come near, that this is your home- So Lord won’t you...
- ©2007 New Spring / Row J, Seat 9 Songs / RyanLynn Publishing
- Mark Harris & Tony Wood
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