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House of the Risen Son (Lyric) by livingcanvas
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
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