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