Rooms With Open Doors

O Lord, You’ve broken down my walls,
     My fortress is no more;
In desperation now I call:
     “Please save me!” I implore.

Then He steps through my open door
     I can no longer shut
And meets me in my spirit poor;
     My pride no longer struts.

Learn metaethics always fails—
     Autonomy my sin—
Desires of mine became my jail;
     Please make me free again.

Then Spirit He within me breathes,
     And I forgiveness know
As I fall down upon my knees–
     New life in me bestowed.

At last my heart can clearly see
     All Jerichos are doomed,
And in His castle there will be
     For each of us a room.

There all the rooms have open doors
     So He can come and go
With others who have spirits poor–
     Together love Him so.