Open House

 

The fire on my altar grows dim

‘the wick of the lamp that you gave me needs trimmed

The light that awakened my soul has not waned

but I’m walking in darkness and that much is plain.

 

Idle things have commandeered my heart

And closed up the windows to the rays you impart

To be pure in my purpose and strong in my strife

You must flow pure and strong into all of my life

 

So open my windows, and remove the shades

Renew my purpose for which I was made

Make my heart into an open house, Lord

Theow open the shutters and remove the boards

 

Make my heart into an open house

Ready to receive light that darkness can’t dowse

Open to strangers and home to my Lord

Copyright 1997 Anthony Foster