More songs by Forrest Frank
Description
Choir: Amanda Bradshaw
Vocals: Forrest Frank
Choir: Grace Pehrman
Choir: Ilija Mihailovic
Producer: Noah Conrad
Programmer: Noah Conrad
Mixer, Producer: PERA
Programmer: PERA
Engineer: Roy Boukris
Mastering Engineer: Roy Boukris
Choir: Tyler Christian
Writer: Forrest Frank
Writer: Noah Conrad
Writer: PERA
Writer: Zach Lawson
Lyrics and translation
Original
Mm, yeah
In my Father's house
He's got room for you and me
In my Father's house
There's no lack, there's no need
In my Father's house
All the captives finally freed
In my Father's house
Where we'll spend eternity (yeah)
I wonder if the streets really made of gold
Wonder if my two-year-old will be looking old
Does it rain? Does it shine? Is it hot or cold?
'Cause it don't matter, all the prodigals are coming home
Thankful
Life is no longer painful
I believe 'cause You say so
That one day I'll see the gates open
To my Father's house
Where Hе's got room for you and me
In my Father's house
Where there's no lack, there's no need
In my Father's house
Where all the captives finally freed
In my Father's house
Where we'll spend eternity (yeah)
Yeah
He's got a room for you and you and me and you
If there's a need, my Father's gonna meet it too
You get a key, there's nothing that you need to do
Except just believe
And be thankful that life is no longer painful
I believe 'cause You say so
That one day I'll see the gates open
To my Father's house (house)
Where He's got room for you and me
In my Father's house (house)
Where there's no lack, there's no need
In my Father's house
Where all the captives finally freed
In my Father's house
Where we'll spend eternity (yeah)
In my Father's house
Where we'll spend eternity
In my Father's house (woo)
Where we'll spend eternity
In my Father's house
In my Father's house
(Yeah)