Sometimes the night was beautiful Sometimes the sky was so far away Sometimes it seemed to stoop so close You could touch it but your heart would break
In my Father's house there are many, many rooms In my Father's house there are many, many rooms And I'm going up there now to prepare a place for you
Let there be no doubt, I am the God of all Creation God of glory and the God of love And I have called you out, out of the many nations To be my people
Well, who's that man who thinks He's a prophet? Well, I wonder if He's got something up His sleeve Where's He from? Who is His daddy? There's rumors
Oh, You did not have a home There were places You visited frequently You took off Your shoes and scratched Your feet 'Cause You knew that the whole world
There's a song down in my heart, nobody there to sing it Like a vision asleep in the dark, with no one around to dream it We just all sit back and watch
You who live in Heaven Hear the prayers of those of us who live on earth Who are afraid of being left by those we love And who get hardened by the hurt
They pass two by two Star-dazed they gaze at the lights on the avenue Just like when love is new It's Saturday night And I know that they think I'm alone
When He rolls up His sleeves He ain't just putting on the ritz (Our God is an awesome God) There's thunder in His footsteps And lightning in His fists
On the road to Damascus I was hung in the ropes of success When You stripped away the mask of life They had placed upon the face of death And I wanna
Jesus, they say You walked upon the water once When you lived as all men do Please teach me how to walk the way You did Because I want to walk with You
See the Teacher, sitting on a mountain See Him walking along the shore Friends and disciples gathering around Him Say never spake a man like this before
I thought Christmas Day would never come But it's here at last, so mom and dad, the waiting's finally done And you gotta get up, you gotta get up, you
Oh, You did not have a home There were places You visited frequently You took off Your shoes and scratched Your feet 'Cause you knew that the whole
Down at Johnson's Creek The trees grow tall Like a man who feeds his soul On Your Word And I can look int he water I can see the stars fall Hear the fires
It's a quarter 'til tomorrow And it's only half past yesterday The here and the now Done come and gone It's gone away And the moon over Atlanta
Oh, and you better run 'cause His love is catching you And you're scared that when it does its gonna break through You build your house of dreams behind