The Doorstep of Heaven

On the doorstep of heaven stands Jesus' own bride
She looks cross the threshold and sees Him inside

She longs to be in His arms enclosed
Past the doorway to the one she loves the most

But in her beauty she stands there till her Love bids her come
Which He won't do until her time on the doorstep is done

Impatient she grows for she's waited long
Through the days, months and years; for Him, she's been strong

On the doorstep of heaven many battles are faced
The bride fights each one with her Lover's grace

But tears fill her eyes and she cries out, "How long!
I'm suffering now. I'm weak, not strong"

Across the portal, Jesus stretches His hand
He touches his bride and helps her to stand

"Not long, my love, not long at all
But listen well, soon I will call

The bells will ring, the trumpet will blow
I'll come cross the threshold and carry you home"