The doors of my soul are open

Jesus walks freely about the rooms

Come in, Lord, see

You are welcome here.

Breeze, blow through;

Air it out, freshen me up.

What furniture needs rearranging, Lord?

How’s the remodeling going?

Tear down, build, remake me,

Even though it hurts

Doors of my soul, open to Him

It is He who made you and remakes you

He is making all things new.

Let Him.