Remember the day when
Jesus surveyed the temple,
fire in his eyes,
tables overturned, doves
Set free, passionate words
This is my father's house
One by one, the prodigals and the
children are still waiting
They're still waiting
Home Father your house
Is filled with all our shameful ways
Father, your house,
we have made a marketplace
Fashion your love into a
cord of discipline
Drive out the blinding darkness
once again
Father, forgive us
Come fill Your house
with Your presence
Father, Your house is divided
by ambitious pride
Father, your house is full of unbelief
and whitewashed lies
So fashion your love into a
cord of discipline
Drive out the blinding darkness
once again
Father, forgive us
Come fill Your house
with Your presence
Don't pass us by.
We need Your love.
The prodigals are waiting.
The prodigals are longing
for the Father's love.
To fill the Father's house
Listen, listen to Jesus
As He quotes the prophet
It is written, my house will be a
house of prayer for all nations.
Can you feel his heart breaking
for the prodigals, for his children?
Father, forgive us
Come fill your eyes
with Your presence
Don't pass, pass by
We need Your love
The prodigals are waiting
The prodigals are longing
For the Father's love
To fill the Father's house
Who ain't here can hear us
Can
How low?
Can you see?
Wonder Wo man
you hear me now?
Wonder Woman will you
Woman will
Help us
Can you see us?
Will you heal us?
One by one by one by one
Can you hear us?
One by one by one by one
One by one by one by one
Can you see us?