I have searched this house room by room. Every single one is a vacant tomb.
Searching each hallway, checking every single door. Turning each handle real slow, expecting to see what I am looking for.
Surprise! Surprise! To my surprise. I see no one. I see empty rooms and all their insides.
All of my searching is really Him seeking me. A still small voice is guiding, wanting to be found.
I have searched this house floor by floor. From the shadows of the basement to the loft.Is there more? Unhinging each door and ripping up the tile floor. All the furniture is turned over. Which spots have been ignored? While taking out the walls, I begin to hear distant calls.
Surprise! Surprise! I chase the voice upstairs. I see no one. I see an empty hall and an open window.
All of my searching is really Him seeking me. A still small voice is guiding, wanting to be found.
There is a cord attached to the window. On the other end, I find my God. With the string around my wrist, I leave a broken home.
Straight to you, straight to you! My search for you is done. Straight to you, straight to you! Your search for me is won.I could not find you, I could not see you, now I can.
The scales fall out of my eyes. I am your adopted son. Scales fall out of my eyes. I am your adopted son. Scales fall out of my eyes. I am your adopted son. Scales fall out of my eyes. I am your adopted son. Scales fall out of my eyes. I am your son.