I used to wander in search of a home
There were those who showed a kind of grace
But none compare to the love You showed
On Your cross that can't be repaid
You call me Your son
In Your eyes, I'm not denied
You call me Your son
In Your eyes, I'm not denied
Filthy hands pollute the heart
Like lustful eyes corrupt the mind
Body and soul must break apart
Your righteousness is how I'm defined
I'm not a slave to who I used to be
A lonely man full of doubt and shame
By Your blood, I have been made clean
My heart cries out Your name
You call me Your son
In Your eyes, I'm not denied
You call me Your son
In Your eyes, I'm not denied
(Matthew 18: 16-20)
Whao
Whao
Whao
Whao
Whao
Whao
Whao
Whao
You call me Your son
In Your eyes, I'm not denied
You call me Your son
In Your eyes, I'm not denied
You call me Your son
In Your eyes, I'm not denied
You call me Your son
In Your eyes, I'm not denied
Swing wide
Swing wide