Open Your Doors

We're taking flight
You're coming into sight
Going to make it through
Putting my trust in you

Take me into your quarts
Allow me to see angels of sorts
Hold me close in your arms
No more frightening alarms

see my hunger, Lord
Ready to take up your sword
Feed me your breath of life
The food that I strive

Make me and hold me
Shape me and mold me
Take me and make me yours
Open your glorious doors

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COPYWRITE Karen Simpson