The Door Of Your Decision
I enter into my closet and I close the door behind..
For the voice of Jesus beckons, to teach me how to bind.
As I lay my life in surrender, to do the Lord's command..
I know the cost of worship, is what will make me stand.
To do the Master's will, the price is never cheap..
For there be times of groanings and times when I must weep.
The souls that must fed, for the birth of drinking wine..
Depends upon my obedience and where I sit and dine.
The pouring of compassion and excellence in prayer...
Are fruits of worthwhile progress, in every anointed ear.
Though there be tens of thousands, few are those who come..
But perhaps you will remember, on earth is not where you're from.
When the door of your decision, is open but a crack..
Take the time to pray and not declare your
lack.
If there be separation, between the good and bad..
Then understand my brethren, your life will not be sad.
The voice of hope and favour..
Be ever with you clothed..
For the journey you must travel..
Is meat and pure abode.
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