HALLWAY

[verseode]

               

         He sits in the hallway, a vigil to keep
         Waits for a call, but there's never a peep
         Nothing is moving, not even a mouse
         Why was He invited, into this house
         Windows dirty, doors tight shut
         Decaying air a knife could cut
         When is their journey going to begin
         Or is the devil going to win.

         Only they can choose to fight
         Defeating darkness by the light
         Open the doors and let Him in
         Allow His victory over sin
         Holy Spirit, strong and mild
         Fill with light Your awkward child
         Permission granted, there's no fuss      
         Come and have Your way with us.