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