House Of The Lord

There's a house on a hill and it hasn't

Been lived in for a long long time.

And the windows are all broken,

And the paint has lost its shine.

And there's nothing ever heard there,

For there's nothing ever said.

For the life of the house left a long time ago

And the heart of the house is dead.

O House of the Lord, can't you feel it

How our heart is growing cold

For when the Spirit comes He quickens

But when the Spirit leaves, life goes.

There's a room at the top and the door

Has been locked and it will never open up

For no matter who will knock there,

Well it always stays tight shut

And there's no-one ever answered,

So now there's no-one ever goes

For the room in the house shut a long time ago

And the mind of the house is closed.

There's a room in the house where the fire

Used to burn and the children used to play

And the family would gather,

To hear the words the Father would say

But now the room is cold and empty,

And the embers glow faint red

For the fire of the house failed a long time ago

And the heart of the house is dead.