Keeper Of The Door - Twila Paris

I dreamed I saw my name in lights

And spoke your word for all to hear

I dreamed my name was recognized-

By people far;

By people near

But I have come to understand;

Like David long ago

That humble service in your house

Is still the greatest dream a heart can know

Oh — let me be a servant

A keeper of the door

My heart is only longing

To see forevermore

The glory of your presence;

The dwelling of the Lord

Oh — let me be a servant

A keeper of the door

The one who was no less than God

To calm the flesh of lowly men

And came to wash the feet of clay

Because it was his holy plan

And I no greater than my king

Would ever seek a place

Of humble service in your house

To gaze into the light that is your face