Your Doors And Mine
Your Doors And Mine ©
Our sanctuary doors are stretched open wide.
They're waiting, wanting, and watching inside.
As if to say, come quickly now, without delay
Who knows, at a twinkling of an eye, they close.
Time is the key to our scared doors, to and fro
They go as ushers in a row; they stop and settle.
As the music fills the air, a soft, lovely Spirit has
Entered there, warm and secure; now God's
Holy Spirit begins to deal.
Come unto me, all that labor and are heavily
Laden and I will give you rest. Matt: 11-28
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