How lovely is Your dwelling place O Lord of the Stars
I’ve come from the desert still wearing my scars
My soul has been fainting for the shadow of Your gate
I’ve left the palaces of pride to the mercy of fate
I’m dropping the anchor of every restless plan
I’m looking for the city not made by a hand
Blessed is the man whose strength is anchored deep
Whose heart is a highway through the promises You keep
Passing through the Valley of Weeping they dig a holy well
Turning the bitterness of Baca into the place where You dwell
They go from strength to strength until the day is won
They’re walking toward the light of the Unsetting Sun
Even if the fig tree withers and the fields turn to stone
Even if the harvest fails me and I’m standing all alone
Even if the mountains crumble and are cast into the sea
Even if the darkness gathers and the shadows swallow me
Even if the strength is failing and the breath is getting thin
I’d rather be a doorkeeper than a king in the dust
I’d rather be a servant in the God that I trust
I’d rather be a servant in the God that I trust
For the Lord is a Sun (He is a sun)
The Lord is a Shield (He is a shield)
He doesn’t look at the crown He looks at the heart that is healed
No good thing will He withhold from the ones who walk upright
He’s the fire in our morning and the pillar in our night
The hinges are open the table is spread
The living are eating the wine and the bread
Even if the fig tree withers and the fields turn to stone
Even if the harvest fails me and I’m standing all alone
Even if the mountains crumble and are cast into the sea
Even if the darkness gathers and the shadows swallow me
Even if the strength is failing and the breath is getting thin
I’d rather be a doorkeeper than a king in the dust
I’d rather be a servant in the God that I trust
I’d rather be a servant in the God that I trust
There’s a Man in the fire and He looks like Love
There’s a King at the gates and He’s calling me up
I’m just a doorkeeper now
And I’m finally home
I’m not alone