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Take me, make me all You want me to be
That's all I'm askin', all I'm askin'
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 ceilin'
Gathered on my search for meaning
And every closet's filled with clutter
Messes yet to be discovered
I'm overwhelmed, I can 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
Redecorated in shades of greed
And I made sure every door stayed locked, every window blocked
And still You knocked
Well, 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
That's all I'm askin', all I'm askin'
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