Oh To Be A Doorkeeper

Oh to be a doorkeeper,

In Your Holy house;

There’s no station too lowly,

Of which I would grouse.

I would rather clean,

Your floors and Your walls.

Than rule with the wicked,

And dwell in their halls.

For what is their end;

Those who reject You?

How will they profit,

When this life is through?

Even those who ascend,

To great heights won’t escape.

Death plays no favorites;

All pass through its gate.

For all must die,

At the time You’ve appointed.

All must face judgment,

Unless they trust Your anointed.

Most blessed Lord Jesus,

My Savior and King.

There’s no station too lowly.

You’re worth serving.

You are worthy of this;

My suffering and pain.

You’ve promised good things,

To the sick and the lame.

You are righteous and holy,

Exalted in heaven.

Yet humble and lowly;

You swallowed our leaven.

The leaven of sin,

That corrupts and kills.

You trample and vanquish,

As Your Spirit seals.

You seal Your children,

And sequester from death.

Nothing will rob us,

Of Your holy breath.

To die is merely,

The briefest of journeys.

In the high court of heaven,

You are our attorney.

Though eternal damnation,

We deserve for our sin.

You stood in our place,

To bring us in.

Now all who know Jesus,

Will live in His house.

Though once we were dead,

He called us to rouse.

We must not now despise,

The day of small beginnings.

In the mundanity of life,

We must remember He’s winning.

Through us He’s winning,

More souls to Himself.

Each day let’s be faithful,

To clear out death’s shelf.

Go to your work,

Your schoolhouse or home.

Tell all of Jesus;

And how He did roam.

He left His glorious,

Throne room on high.

To redeem His lost sheep,

Just like you and I.

Lord Jesus please send me,

Wherever You will.

To follow and serve You,

Is life’s greatest thrill.