There is a door, though narrow,

Through which one might find peace—

A door of hope for troubled souls,

Adorned with a radiant wreath.

The wreath calls all to enter,

Assuring the door will admit;

But if you cling to anything,

There is no way you’ll fit.

Come to the door, O broken,

Come naked, lost, and weak—

Come to the door where love was hung,

And hear Him, the wreath, who speaks.