My house stands at the edge
of glory,
steady as the seasons change,
dreams of grace rise before me and they call me home
again.
I went forth with no protection,
through fears and a blinding rain,
and seeking truth but not perfection.
Saw my father's face again.
Father, father, can you hear me?
Through this swirl of thoughts unsaid,
all you
wanted I did not know.
And all you asked I tried to give.
My
house stands at the edge of glory,
steady as the seasons change,
dreams of grace rise
before me and they call me home again.
Take
this hand that I hold out.
It's meant to bridge the years apart.
Come in, come in from the howling wind,
to the clearing of my heart.
Still and lovely came the morning.
Gone was my father's face.
And in my house a bright reflection,
and you're among my dreams of grace.
My
house stands at the edge of glory,
steady as the seasons change,
dreams of grace rise
before me and they call me home again.
Yes, they call me home again.