My house stands at the edge of glory Steady as the seasons change Dreams of grace arise before me And they call me home again I went forth with no protection Through a fierce and blinding rain Seeking truth but not perfection Saw my father's face again Father, father can you hear me Through this swirl of thoughts unsaid All you wanted I did not know All you asked I tried to give My house stands at the edge of glory Steady as the seasons change Dreams of grace arise before me And they call me home again Take this hand that I hold out Meant to bridge the years apart Come in, come in from the howling wind To the clearing of my heart Still and lovely came the morning Gone was my father's face In my house a bright reflection New among my dreams of grace
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