HOUSE

         The house is dark, the blinds are drawn
         There is no sign of life
         The days drag on their dreary way
         A place of fear and strife
         The joy of colour turned to grey
         There is no joy at all
         What has happened to this house
         When will some daylight call.

         Softly knocking at the door
         Is someone who is light
         Let Him in to radiate
         And put the dark to flight
         Jesus has transforming power
         Each room bows at His name
         Spirit cleanses everything
         You'll be glad He came.