My heart had a door,
With lintel and post,
A rug on the floor
But no “welcome” to boast.
My door was so neat –
Everything just right –
The outside, so sweet;
The inside, not quite.
“Self reliant am I,”
My heart used to say.
But that was a lie
I found out one day.
And me locked within,
Till one day “He” knocked
And I let Him in.
He sat down to eat –
He sat down with me!
And I fell at His feet.
I had to! You see…
He died for my sin
My life to redeem;
For my “next of kin”*
Loves to extreme!
Now blood’s on my door
For I have been bought –
Right there on the floor
Where grace marks the spot!
The Lamb paid my debt
I ran up in pride;
And without regret
He made me His Bride.
So, Death, pass me over;
For there’s blood on my door!
My enslavement is over
And I’m His evermore!
*In Hebrew, a Kinsman Redeemer refers the closest relative, or “next of kin,” who was to redeem the widow and/or land of a deceased kinsman or to redeem the kinsman from slavery. Jesus is our Kinsman Redeemer. He became a flesh-and-blood brother for the purpose of redeeming His kin from the slavery of sin.