I longed for a home
And so I sought a place of my own
Took what I could find
And filled it with second-hand furniture
The pictures are tacky and crookedly hung
The rugs are dingy and soiled
But none of it is mine
none of it is mine

I’m leaving my home at Your altar
Ashamed of what it is and who I am
But I trust in who You are
And the plans You have for me
My home is only in Your arms

So take my home at Your altar
And clean it or burn it or build it new
But hold me close
And keep me remembering
That none of it is mine
none of it is mine
Everything of me belongs to You