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.
I saw my father's face again.
Father, father,
can you hear me?
Through this world of thoughts unsaid,
all you
wanted I did not know.
That 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
knew 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.
They call
me home again.