I know a house built brick by brick
With beauty beyond compare.
Each plank was laid, each tile was set
With much design and care.
I know a house in which we lived,
With walls of solid wood.
Each breath we took was not our own,
Nor on our own we stood.
I know a house which took a match,
So tempting from the foe.
It was so small, yet far too hot
To stay a tiny glow.
I know a house consumed in flames,
With death beyond compare.
Till came a Man to rescue souls
Who were so trapped in there.
I know a house which took a Man
Who built it brick by brick,
Who had such love for every nail
And every wall so thick.
I know a house which killed a Man
Who ran through every flame.
Who called to every soul below,
“It was for you I came!”
I know a house which shook with fear
As every flame in sight
Became the Man in agony
In deepest, darkest night.
I know a house which drowned in hope
As from the dark He rose.
The battle fought, the price paid full,
The fatal blow to foes.