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.


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