Let Me In

The Wooing

Let Me In is a song about Jesus's wooing and about His all-knowing and understanding of who I was before and after I gave Him my heart. When I wrote this song, I thought it was to myself, as I was in therapy back then learning to connect with my "inner child". 

Years later I learned that it was the Holy Spirit, wooing me unto Him, asking me to "let Him in"; showing me that He already knows everything about me. Even to the believer, in Revelation 3:20 He tells us to let Him in, that He is standing at the door, and wants us to cultivate a deeper relationship with Him. He is not talking to an unbeliever here, he is addressing a self-sufficient, complacent church of believers.

When I wrote it, I knew nothing about Jesus Christ and thought of this song as sort of a "self-portrait". Years past and I stood corrected, humbled and excited to learn how much He wanted me to "let Him in", how much He knew about my life and His desire to protect me before I knew who He was. 

I think most of us want to be pursued, we want people to be interested in knowing about what makes us tick, someone who is eager to listen to our thoughts and desires. Only Jesus can do this for real, without flaw.

Let Me In   words and music by lgs

Let Me in, I want to see that behind the smile

Allow me to catch a peek, catch a peek of you for a while.

 

Just a little while, let me in! I will know when it is time for Me to go.

Cause you and Me sail our ships on the same blue green sea you know.

 

And in that blue green sea I saw you drowning, it was a mirror, I could see My face.

I saw the dorsal fin, the great whites were surrounding, you grabbed My hand, and I pulled you in.

First it was a robin, she took me flying when I was only six years old

She told me a story and I started crying, I clenched my fists, and I hit the road, I said “let me in, 

I’m cold and I’m weary, I’m looking for my mother, I’m looking for her wing”.

But she’s out flying, searching for her eagle, so I continued, I continued to sing!

 

I called out her name, she didn’t look back at me, I felt a cold sharp wind as I was singing 

“let me in”. I shouted mother, mother why won’t you let me in, 

but she was too far away … and that was the robin’s story.

 

Let me in, oh baby won’t you let Me in, together you won’t have to worry. 

Let Me in, please won’t you let Me in, I want to listen to your story!

 

I can’t wash it away, those crazy people that sometimes fill my head.

I thought my old lady was a church and a steeple, I learned otherwise, I learned other ways.

This big old guitar and a little white dove, they set me free and help me fly

I will continue to listen to the Spirit and take what’s given to me, I’m gonna take what’s mine!

 

I hear the melody; I feel the vibration. The guitar she’s good to me, she helps me fly!

I remember when we met and I felt the first sensation, I knew then my limit was the sky!

 

Let me in, oh baby won’t you let Me in, together you won’t have to worry. 

Let Me in, please won’t you let Me in, I want to listen to your story!