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