my all for thee

   Heaven’s Doors By: Natasha Maule
O, that my lips would forever sing,
The purest lyrics to my King.
That my mind would feast on Thy daily bread,
And my flesh would find its will- dead.
That my knee would continually find sacred ground,
And I, with clasped hands, would be found.
O, the flesh is weak, but the spirit soars,
Alas, such purity is only found at Heaven’s doors.

But with Thy salvation’s power,
I can strive day, minute, and hour,
With Thy strength against sin- my enemy.
To cut the ties of the World, and put between us, enmity.
To adorn what Thee have planned,
With a cheerful heart, a steadfast spirit and a willing hand.
So that, when from my earthy body my soul soars,
Thou shall meet your faithful servant at Heaven’s doors.