Lyrics Brian Doerksen

Brian Doerksen

Father's House Lament

Father, Your house

Is filled with all our shameful ways

Father, Your house

We have made a marketplace

Fashion Your love

Into a cord of discipline

Drive out the blinding darkness once again

Father, forgive us

Come fill Your house with Your presence

Father, Your house

Is divided by ambitious pride

Father, Your house

Is full of unbelief and whitewashed lies

Fashion Your love

into a cord of discipline

Drive out the blinding darkness once again

Don't pass us by, we need Your love

The prodigals are waiting

The prodigals are longing for the

Father's love

To fill the Father's house