My house stands at the edge of glory
Steady as the seasons change
Dreams of grace arise before me
And they call me home again
I went forth with no protection
Through a fierce and a blinding rain
Seeking truth but not perfection
Saw my father's face again
Father father can you hear me
Through this swirl of thoughts unsaid
Dreams of grace arise before me
And they call me home again
My house stands at the edge of glory
Steady as the seasons change
Dreams of grace arise before me
And they call me home again
Take this hand that I hold out
Meant to bridge the years apart
Come in come in from the howling wind
To the clearing of my heart
Still and lovely came the morning
Gone was my father's face
In my house a bright reflection
New among my dreams of grace
My house stands at the edge of glory
Steady as the seasons change
Dreams of grace arise before me
And they call me home again
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