Preson Phillips Open For Me
There is a King who's blood brings forth new life.
Who's dwelling place gleams with bliss beyond measure,
immortal and sweet.
Is heaven so near?
Does glory come nigh?
It's welcome I fear,
as His holiness shines.
And can it be?
Oh the great depth of mercy
cause there stands a gate
left open for me,
left open for me,
left open for me,
left open for me.
Radiance gleamed
from the doors and the windows,
and there stands a gate,
left open for me,
left open for me,
left open for me,
left open for me.
Sing, oh redeemed!
Your Savior has vanquished what you were before,
and given you peace.
Your wandering soul,
it will wander no more.
Cause you've walked down a path,
and it led to a tree,
and it led by a tomb
that was open and clean!
And can it be?
Oh the great depth of mercy
cause there stands a gate
left open for me,
left open for me,
left open for me,
left open for me.
Radiance gleamed
from the doors and the windows,
and there stands a gate,
left open for me,
left open for me,
left open for me,
left open for me.
Ohhh, wandering soul!,
enter His life, and enter His gates!
No don't be afraid,
Don't be afraid!
Don't be afraid!
Don't be afraid!
Sing, oh redeemed!,
and speak of the path,
and point to the gate
left open for thee,
left open for thee,
left open for thee,
left open for thee!
