To Make His Home
Children listen to this tale of great tragedy
Hosts of people wand'ring 'round without eyes that see
Hearts so full of sin and darkness
There's no room for light or gladness
There's no room for Christ to make his home
See the people sitting there in their fancy pews
Soundly asleep and smugly secure in their private views
Hearts so full of self assurance
There's no room for truth and pureness
There's no place for Christ to make his home
To make his home
See the people running around in their frantic haste
Everything they try to do is a total waste
Living lives of vain desire
There's no room for something higher
There's no place for Christ to make his home
See the saviour even now he is calling you
"Won't you take the things that I have been off'ring you"
Hearts of flesh instead of hardness
Eyes that see through Satan's darkness
A place where light and truth can make its home
To make his home.
written as a song in 1979
Author: Joseph Raymond