Open up the doors and beat the drums,
Fling wide the gates and tear down every wall,
And let the music play for all to hear.
No one is refused for all means all.
The church was meant to be an open door
That all may come and find that boundless love,
But we have lost the plot along the way,
Forgotten love is love is love is love.
Oh God, please help us turn back toward You,
Repent of pride and selfishness and fear,
Repent of hating those we think are gross:
The poor, the foreigner, the sick, the queer.
Remind us that You stand along with them;
Upon the door You knock with steady hand,
So patient, though we’ve locked ourselves inside;
You wait for us, You ask, You don’t demand.
We’ve hoarded all the talents that You gave
And stashed our lights beneath a bushel box,
We push away the world You came to save,
We praise and pat ourselves upon the back.
Open wide the doors and breach the gates;
Go out into the world and love them all;
Return to You Who called us by Your Name;
Remember it was for the world You came.