Lyrics
To Jesus' house, I made my way over and back again / With pangs of regret, I loosened his grip on my heart / Dead of the night, I ran from the light / And tore myself from his side / I'm sure of his love, but I'm so sick of being his bride / In Jesus' house, I wondered the corridors silently / They held fascination, but also a lingering shame / He was my first; I prayed that the worst / Would pass away by and by / I knew before long that my very own Jesus would die / I would not surrender my bones and my arteries to sin / But I thought that every stone was a part of me / I guess I'm mistaken again / To Jesus' house, I made my way in seeking medicine / He held on a platter a salve that could shatter my doubt / I cast it away; he bid me to stay / He begged me to come back home / But some revelations come easier when you're alone / I would not surrender my bones and my arteries to sin / But I thought that every stone was a part of me / I guess I'm mistaken again
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