To Our Door
The chime of bells calls out to us
Come worship here today
Come to the house of Our Lord
Come here, kneel down, and pray.
Leave all your excuses at your
Come enter through our door
Bless Our Father with your
Your spirit He will soar.
Rewards for you are found here
Your soul will become enlightened
Each day will gain new meaning for
No longer will you be frightened.
Your worries and woes He will take
Just put them into His hands
He'll sift through it all my
Believe me, He understands.
So won't you come visit the Lord
He'll cleanse you of your sins
Listen for the beautiful bells to
Worship Him, it's time to begin.
Chee Chee Martin © 2006
Whisperings Of The Mind And Soul