"welcome home" - shaun groves

take me
make me all You want me to be
that's all i'm asking
all i'm asking

welcome to this heart of mine
i've buried under prideful vines
grown to hide the mess i've made
inside of me
come decorate, Lord
open up the creaking door
and walk upon the dusty floors
scrape away the guilty stains
until no sin or shame remain
spread your love upon the walls
and occupy the empty halls
until the man i am has faded
no more doors are barricaded

come inside this heart of mine
it is not my own
make it home
come and take this heart and make it
all Your own
welcome home

take a seat
pull up a chair
forgive me for the disrepair
and the souvenirs from floor to ceiling
gathered on my search for meaning
every closet's filled with clutter
messes yet to be discovered
i'm overwhelmed
i understand
i can't make this place all that You can

come inside this heart of mine
it is not my own
make it home
come and take this heart and make it
all Your own
welcome home

i took this space that You places in me
redecorated in shades of greed
and i made sure every door stayed locked
every window blocked
and still You knocked

well...come inside this
heart of mine
it's not my own
make it home
come and take this heart and make it all Your own
welcome home...

take me
make me
all You want me to be
that's all i'm asking
all i'm asking