The Door of Your Heart

Soft-soled slippers in silence
On tiptoes, telling no tales
Footfalls that follow like moonlight
And quietly keep on your trail
Someone's been walking behind you
You turn but there's nothing to see
A lingering sense of a presence
Wondering what can it be?

Slowly you start to remember
A comforting voice in the night
A song in the glory at sunrise
A call in the soft evening light
Strange and yet somehow familiar
The sound of your name on the wind
A sense that the searching is ended
And the Change is about to begin

Warmth like a hand on your shoulder
A whisper that this time you hear
A glow like a lamp in the window
The Spirit of Jesus is here
The Star of the Morning is rising
The Dayspring that scatters the dark
As Heaven's awaiting your answer
He touches the door to your heart