Esta Casa é Tua

My heart was once an empty house
All there was, was only loneliness
Lost in the search to be filled
I opened the door to illusion
And occupied my heart
With trivial things that pass in vain

But one day someone knocked on my door
I heard their voice amidst the pain, I answered
They asked me: Can I enter your house?
I asked their name and they said: I am Jesus

Still afraid due to many disappointments
I tried to refuse, but I couldn't resist their love
I just said: Don't mind the mess
The one who lived in the house messed everything up here
They didn't care, with love they looked at me and smiled

They cleaned the mess that sin left
Pulled out from the garden seeds of sadness that evil planted
They started tidying up the house, putting things in place
Organizing feelings, starting to close the gaps
And my heart, which was a house destroyed by pain
Now exudes the perfume of the rose of Sharon
I handed the key into the hands of the Lord

This house is yours, live in me
Make yourself at home, my Lord, don't leave here
This house is yours, live in me
Make my heart your garden