Written by Mark Bishop
A little boy sits in the church house on an Easter Day.
He sees a man called Jesus in a passion play,
And when they nail him to the cross, the boy begins to cry.
As the hammer rings, the preacher pulls the young boy to his side.
(Says…) That’s the sound of a house being built on love.
That’s where Grace built the walls and a roof up above.
It’s the sound of a nail through the wings of a dove,
But that’s the sound of a house being built on love.
So the deacons dressed as soldiers with their plastic spears
Tell the story that’s been passed down for two-thousand years.
And as the congregation watches from the darkened halls,
They listen to the ringing of the hammer as it falls.
That’s the sound of a house being built on love.
That’s where Grace built the walls and a roof up above.
It’s the sound of a nail through the wings of a dove,
But that’s the sound of a house being built on love.
That’s the sound of a house being built on love.
That’s where Grace built the walls and a roof up above.
It’s the sound of a nail through the wings of a dove,
But that’s the sound of a house being built on love.
When he cried “It is finished,” to his father above…
That’s the sound of a house being built on love.