One More Person
(written for my friend Brenda W)
My altars are empty
My pews are bare
My doors are closed and locked
No one is there.
But one more person
Has opportunity
One more person
Will give his heart to Me
One more person
Will walk through My Door
Will walk through My Door
One more person
Will kneel on My floor
One more person
To call My Name
One more person
To take My Hand.
To take My Hand.
One more person
Will answer My call
One more person
Will surrender his all.
And though My pews are empty
My altars bare
This is My house
I am still here.
