The house is dark, the blinds are drawn
There is no sign of life
The days drag on their dreary way
A place of fear and strife
The joy of colour turned to grey
There is no joy at all
What has happened to this house
When will some daylight call.
Softly knocking at the door
Is someone who is light
Let Him in to radiate
And put the dark to flight
Jesus has transforming power
Each room bows at His name
Spirit cleanses everything
You’ll be glad He came.
