The Door

It's God who does the work

Just give him our emptiness

Trust in him completley 

And He will surely bless 

Bring to him nothing

Just all that you are 

And let him fill you up 

To be his shining star 

What have we to give 

But our brokenness 

What have we to say 

But our sin to confess 

Oh open wide your mouth 

And let the Father fill 

Your tongue with his truth 

To go and do His will 

Oh blessed are the poor 

In spiritual poverty 

Blessed are the weak 

In Christ you are free 

In Him you are strong 

Just lay your all before 

The all powerful King 

Open wide to Him The Door