Verse 1

They set a place beyond the doorway,

A quiet corner, out of view.

I take the bread, I taste the evening,

And keep the strength that carries through.

Verse 2

The years have turned; the doors stand open,

Tomorrow I will meet their eyes.

No lowered voice can send me elsewhere,

No borrowed rule can make me hide.

Chorus

Set one more place beside the window,

Let every face be seen in full.

I bring my name, my work, my wonder;

I will not make myself be small.

Bridge

And when they see the grace I carry,