WILL YOU LIVE IN HIS HOUSE?

[Richard H. Skiba, Jr.]

After we die, it seems that there is only one of two houses in which we can live.  Will you be living in His House?

House of the Rising Son

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun.
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one.

My mother was a Christian
Who tried to sew my seed.
But, I became a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans.

Now the only things this gambler needs
Are my suitcase and my trunk.
But, the only time the Devil's satisfied
Is when I’m on a drunk.

Oh Jesus I am wicked.
A man without one plea.
My life’s been lived in sin so far,
It’s not been lived for Thee.

Well, I got one foot in the gutter
And the other foot in the grave.
And the only thing I can believe
Is that the Lord will Save.

Amazing grace! How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.