DOORKEEPER FOR JESUS 

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If the world with flashing lights,  

glamour rich, and leather tights;  

 

And the flesh with promised joys,  

selfish gain, and love of toys;  

 

And the Devil’s dollar signs,  

sexy pleasure, dirty minds;  

 

Were to rank me number one,  

set me up above the sun,  

 

Promise power, wealth, and fame;  

make men tremble at my name;  

 

Give me all I could desire,  

just quit on God--they’d require;  

 

I’d just smile and laugh a while 

and answer in the psalmist’s style. 

 

A doorkeeper for God I’d rather be  

and enjoy His love and grace so free,  

 

Than in tents of wickedness dwell --  

rule in life, then burn in Hell.  

 

A day in His courts is better by far  

than a thousand days at Satan’s bar.  

 

For no good thing will He not give  

to all of those who godly live,  

 

No thank you world, you can’t compare  

to that city built foursquare.  

 

No thank you flesh, your joy is dim  

compared to time I spend with Him.  

 

Sorry Devil, you can’t compete  

I’d rather stay at Jesus’ feet.  

 

MARK BULLEN