There is a house in New Orleans They call the Risen Son And it's been a refuge for many a lost man And now, I know, I'm one My mother was an addict She had been since her teens My father didn't stick around He ran from New Orleans My momma got into gamblin' To try and pay her dues Until it got her thrown in jail She only knew how to lose With one foot on the platform The other foot on the train I wanted mercy for everything But I wore that ball and chain I sought forgiveness for all my past For everything I'd done I found myself in complete misery At the house of the Risen Son I met a man in ragged clothes He talked of his days on the run He was found, and judged, and served his time But now, all that was done Another man approached me that day He smiled and took my hand He read to me of slaves and trials And a place called the Promised Land We talked a while, and then he left Still yet, a third man came And this man seemed to care for me My burdens and my shame. He said they called him master They all sought salvation They called him Love, The Lamb, The Way He is the Risen Son There is a house in New Orleans They call the Risen Son And it's been a refuge for many a lost man And now, I know, I'm one