The Lords House
I walk into the lord’s house
All I can see is a mouse
Where have all the people gone
I look outside and see it is dawn
This house should be full
Not empty like the candy bowl
The savior has come at last
You should have left your past
Now while I fly high
You stare in the sky
This world is coming to an end
Repent your ways and push around that bend
The lord will always take one more
In his house nobody is poor
Copyright © Marc Mullins | Year Posted 2010
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