Its a "Oldie" as far as CCM tunes go, but this song has stuck with me from the moment I first heard it back in the CCM top 40 days.
Early on in my Deaconal formation, I read a quote from either Rosalind Brown or Ormande Plater which described Deacons as standing at the doorway and serving as a bridge between the Church and the World. The quote's originator not withstanding, those words stuck with me from early on, and was an impetus to pray that if I were to stand at the door, that I might be transparent, and not a screen.
There is so much brokenness out there. Emotional brokenness, sexual brokenness, relational brokenness; like so many hands reaching skyward in the Titanic's flotsam field on that frigid April night, desperate souls are crying out and reaching for something solid in which to raise themselves out of the icy waters. In this, I pray that they might find the strong hands of faithful Deacons and Deaconesses.