To rest in the warmth of my destiny's flame
And reside with the One who consistent remains
Is the calling I'm given, to you it's the same
It's a calling effective and sure
But love is an open door.
You've taken a few steps, or you've traveled far
And despite all your running, he's right where you are
The door behind you is still swinging ajar
And the choice is to you laid before
Because love is an open door.
Dart into the cold and He hotly pursues
He's not scared of the cold, and not prone to recuse
For the cup did not pass, and He didn't refuse
His life, He gave up for yours,
But still love is an open door.
His fire lays before you, the door swinging aft,
You're caught up in His warmth, but aware of the draft,
And your tempted to run to your old wretched craft,
But the warmth of His love beckons more.
And still love is an open door.
