There's nobody home but me
At least no one I can see
But I know your presence, well
It's nothing new to me
Silently there you await
I confess sometimes I'm afraid
To hand over full control
To my heart and soul
But just pour through me
Like the spring and the autumn rain
Pour through me again
Pour through me
Holy Spirit, I give You reign
Pour through me again
Now no one could love me more
And that's while I'll trust You, Lord
Rain upon this desert floor
Make it blossom and bring forth the fruits of righteousness
Lord, I want all of You
I'll give You all of me
There's so much I want to know
And want to be
Like You moved on the face of the sea
Let Your Spirit come move over me
'Cause I've opened the window
And doors to my thirsty soul
So just pour through me
Like the spring and the autumn rain
Pour through me again
Pour through me
Holy Spirit, I give You reign
Pour through me again
There's nobody home but me
Pour Through Me was written by Bob Ayala.
Pour Through Me was produced by Bill Maxwell.