I am running so fast-too slow...
So tired, I have to keep on.
I wonder what will happen if I give up...
No.. I know what I saw.

I run as fast as I can...
But, still, it's too slow...
I try and puck up pace, but I'm so tired...
I can't make it, I know.

I see the door, the one I have to enter,
and he passes through...
If he would only hold the door,
I want to go through too!

But, then the door closes, and locks...
And now, all I have is doubt.
It's too late now..
Cause I'm locked out...

But then he comes to the door,
and he says the word... "Promise."
I nod, for I know what he means,
Then he fulfills my wish.

You see, the door was the end of my life,
and the mean... He was Jesus.
And if we accept his promise,
He'll open the door for us.
         ...So that we're not locked out...