I took my father and mother home to the Lord in prayer I took my family there And as I stood at the door and knocked, he opened it to me I asked a question that made me think I asked a question that made me want I asked what would it be for me to see I asked if I could first see the love and then could it be I asked if I could be that to them I asked if I could ask of thee Could I ask that I am not alone with thee But I heard a response, “come and see, I have made a way for thee, To hear my voice and be in my place of suffering” It is in this that I see That while I want what is not mine to give There is freedom and joy in suffering.
Away all you sinner and saints I’ve got life to live in Him And in time of need all I have is a friend in Him In a place called sin I live in, I find people dead Yet in a place called home I also am aware of me in need of love So I want only him in me And I seek a purposeful meaning to life yet fail And so I wait in longing for a day where I am free