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Open Door

by Bob Peterson

I stand amidst the darkness,
I dwell within the grave.
My hope lies cold, extinguished,
My fear now calls me slave.

Too many times I've failed,
Too often I have found
That my dreams slip through my fingers,
That they wither on the ground.

Oh, where lies now my comfort?
Oh, who shall be my stay?
To God I cry for solace,
To Christ I kneel and pray.

Come hold me now my Savior.
Come fold me in Your wings.
To You I full surrender,
To You my spirit clings.

From the stillness He does answer,
From within I hear Him speak.
If you'll walk in faith My child
If My will you'll only seek.

I will lift you from the darkness,
I will give you even more.
You will dwell within My glory,
You will find an open door.

Rev 3:7-13

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