Make Home

Take my skin, wash it clean

With crimson cloth, blot out iniquity

Make ivory of my black bones

This vacant house, take and make home

(Take and make home)

Take my life, I surrender

Take my life, I

I said

I said take and make home

Make home, make home

Make home, make home

Pile of dry bones stacked one by one

Death lives in the midnight where absent is love

And only if my eyes are found

Can I see the small specks of Sun

Trying to sneak in the cracks of cracked lungs?

Oxygen escapes easy

So little do I breathe

And my tongue is never satisfied, always longing for a drink

My feet can never rest for their constant searching

Of comfort in the dirt, where only all is dead but lurking

Underneath the concrete of this dead end is a well of living water

I see and jump in

My bones begin to be sewn with flesh

My head slowed down and begins to rest

My soul becomes satisfied with a drink from living water

The owner of the well

Pleased to look upon me making use of what He made

It was, is and forever will be here, He said

Always in the same spot, I don't hide it or move it around

So come and drink, beloved

Stop being lost, for you're found

You want Me to make home?

Well open up the door, I stand and I knock

So quit talking and just unlock

And I will make home of vacant house

I will make love come and never stray

For I am love, my beloved

So let Me come and let Me stay

Let Me stay