Soft as a lullaby
You sweetly sing to me
Whispering words of love
In childlike melody
Breeze through forest treetop
A gentle mountain stream
Sunlight, moonlight and stars
Sometimes through silent dream
Chorus
Your word is alive
Alive, alive
Your word is so beautiful
Come bind Yourself with this longing heart
And make Yourself at home
At home
Lord, make Yourself at home
Hills of verdant pasture
Sheep sleeping, they’re content
Stormy clouds, they gather
Peals of thunder, they rent
Over valley roaring
The leaping flames of fire
Burning deep within me
Bring wisdom to inspire
Chorus
Your word is alive
Alive, alive
Your word is so beautiful
Come bind Yourself with this longing heart
And make Yourself at home
At home
Lord, make Yourself at home
Yes Lord, Your living word
No matter the volume
Brings life, abundant life
With which our hearts commune
Alive, alive, alive
Living, Your word brings life
Pierces deepest darkness
And drives out every strife
Bridge
Calling, calling
You call my name
I’m not the same
I hear Your voice
I hear You call
You call my name
Lord
Here I am
Chorus
Your word is alive
Alive, alive
Your word is so beautiful
Come bind Yourself with this longing heart
And make Yourself at home
At home
Lord, make Yourself at home
© 2021 Liana Wendy Howarth
Amen!
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