Home, you are sweet
you are loving and warm
never judging or lonely or haunted
Home, off the street,
both in spirit and form  
you're the shelter that I've always wanted.

I've had many homes
they've been awesome to me
they call from the living room window
"bring wood won't you dear
I am waiting, up here",
says the fireplace, longing to kindle.

So awkward, this home
though it's all that I'm needing
I'm only a guest for a while
my confidence shaken, I've taken a beating
embarrassed and faking a smile.

Jesus you're sweet
and you're truth is forgiving
make yourself right at home in my heart
you stood there and knocked
I opened, you walked,
now you're building a fire at the hearth.

And Lord though I've wandered
in search of a life,
and regretting the place I was in,
You drew me back home
without anger or strife
and so quick to forgive all my sin.

from afar I could see you
right at the door
with that fire alight in your eyes
you came out to meet me
and brought me back in
to that hearth, where I'm safe from the lies.

From the mounting confusion
a crazy delusion
old thoughts
which controlled vain decisions
but at last I delight
in my Lords shining light
and am home thanks to God's
sweet provision!

Home, you are sweet
you are loving and warm
you are everything I've always wanted.