I stand at the door of the future
A door that will soon open wide
I stand at the door and I tremble
What will I discover inside?
The past has its memory imbedded
Hot pokers have branded my soul
The dread of fresh pain is before me
Old scars question whether I’m whole
But into my fear and confusion
I choose to recall better thought
Inside every door to the future
I’ll find Him whose Presence I’ve sought
As faithful and strong as I found Him
In every dark room of the past
I know He will be in the future
With Him I can face every blast