Father, Your house
Is filled with all our shameful ways
Father, Your house
We have made a marketplace
Fashion Your love
In-to a cord of discipline
Drive out the blinding dark-ness once again
Fa - ther, for-give us
Come fill Your house with Your presence
Father, Your house
Don't pass us by, we need Your love
The prodigals are waiting
The prodigals are longing for the
Father's love
To fill the Father's house