Darren Winfield - Poor in Spirit: Kingdom's Door Lyrics

In the quiet of my heart, where pride falls apart,
I find a whispered truth in the silence.
With every breath, I confess, I own nothing less,
Than the need for You, my divine guidance.
Blessed are the poor in spirit,
For theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
At the end of myself, I find Your wealth,
In my emptiness, Your presence is given.
In the shadows of my soul, where I'm less than whole,
Your Spirit stirs a humble awakening.
With open hands, here I stand, nothing to demand,
For in my poverty, Your grace is unbreaking.
Blessed are the poor in spirit,
For theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
At the end of myself, I find Your wealth,
In my emptiness, Your presence is given.
Kingdom's door, it's not a place, but a state of grace,
Where the humble heart meets the King's embrace.
I surrender all, to gain what I can't earn,
In the poverty of spirit, let Your kingdom come.
In the surrender of my pride, where I no longer hide,
Your kingdom unfolds in the space within.
Blessed assurance, in You I find endurance,
For in my poverty, Your reign begins.
Blessed are the poor in spirit,
For theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
At the end of myself, I find Your wealth,
In my emptiness, Your presence is given.
In the quiet of my heart, as I do my part,
I'm rich in spirit, with heaven as my start.
Blessed, oh blessed, the kingdom's open door,
In my poverty of spirit, I'm blessed forevermore.