Shaun Groves: Welcome Home

Take me, make me all You want me to be
It's all I'm asking
All I'm asking

Welcome to this heart of mine
Buried under prideful vines
Grown to hide the mess I've made
Inside of me come decorate, Lord

And open up the creaking door
And walk upon the dusty floor
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's 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
I've gathered on my search for meaning

And 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's not my own
Make it home
Come and take this heart
And make it all Your own
Welcome

I took this space that You placed in me
And redecorated in shades of greed
And I made sure every door stayed locked
Every window blocked, and still You knocked

Will You
Come inside this heart of mine
It's not my own

Come and take this heart
And make it all Your own
Welcome home, welcome home

Come inside this heart of mine
It's not my own
Make it home, make it home

Come and take this heart
And make it all Your own
Welcome
Welcome
Welcome home

Take me, make me all You want me to be
It's all I'm asking
All I'm asking