Take my skin, wash it clean
With crimson cloth, blot out iniquity
Make ivory of my black bones
This vacant house, take and make home
(Take and make home)
Take my life, I surrender
Take my life, I...
I said
I said take and make home
Make home, make home
Make home, make home
Pile of dry bones stacked one by one
Death lives in the midnight where absent is love
And only if my eyes are found
Can I see the small specks of sun
Trying to sneak in the cracks of cracked lungs?
Oxygen scapes easy
So little do I breathe
And my tongue is never satisfied, always longing for a drink
My feet can never rest for their constant searching
Of comfort in the dirt, where only all is dead but lurking
Underneath the concrete of this dead end is a well of living water
I see and jump in
My bones begin to be sewn with flesh
My head slowed down and begins to rest
My soul becomes satisfied with a drink from living water
The owner of the well
Pleased to look upon me making use of what He made
It was, is and forever will be here, He said
"Always in the same spot, I don't hide it or move it around
So come and drink, beloved
Stop being lost, for you're found
You want Me to make home?
Well open up the door, I stand and I knock
So quit talking and just unlock
And I will make home of vacant house
I will make love come and never stray
For I am love, my beloved
So let Me come and let Me stay
Let Me stay"