He called me to the Window.
In the poverty of warmth
I was eager to obey.
All experience the presence
In many different ways.
Some run, some cower,
but Francis chose to stay.
Called by God from finery
True finess in the soul
Only once in heaven's gate
Would he truely know.
You can pretend she is far away
but then you must ignore the door
If you do not answer
You will not meet the Lord.
He will pass by, that choice is gone,
But none know more than He
The opportunities supplied
He'll send her patiently.
Some day the voice won't be ignored
For upon the cross the word will come
Our hearts and minds will be pierced by love
The Lady spurned will be greeted with open arms.
Francis' wounds, his bond of love
Renewed in us, his face to the world
Reflecting the face who is at the door
Greeted in love, Arms outstretched
In victory over sin, He, in Poverty, will free.
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