The Latch
I
left the gate open, but the shades down.
If anyone wanted to come in, they would have
to knock long
At a locked
door
And
be patient.
Once,
a long time ago, the door was open to all.
A child trusts everyone until they prove her
wrong—
Knocking over lamps, ruining rugs,
breaking windows
Perspective
distorted
Broken
trust
Wounded
heart
Crippled
Soul
Then—a knock
A
gently insistent knock
I
pretended not to hear, not to hope, only to hide.
A
muffled still small voice….
He
knows my name!
“I am your Shepherd and
I strengthen the sick,
I
seek the lost and
bind the broken.”
My
heart cries with longing to draw the latch,
My
head shouts a warning to keep it fast.
He waits…and knocks
I know
the cost:
Letting go of the
past
Breaking the shell cast
Of my own
thoughts for His.
I lift the shade a fraction
But, O, blinding Light!
I
sink to my knees and cover my face.
“I
cannot receive your peace.”
He
offers His grace.
Patiently
knocking
Quietly
pleading
Lovingly
healing
Slowly
Changing
Me
Rev. 3:20
Behold, I stand at the door and
knock, if any man hear my voice and open the door, I will come in to him and
will sup with him and he with me.
2 Cor. 6:2
(...behold, now is the accepted time; behold, now is the day of salvation.)
2 Cor. 6:2
(...behold, now is the accepted time; behold, now is the day of salvation.)
I lift the latch
And let the Lord, my Shepherd,
Enter.
(Based on Scripture from Ezekiel 34:11, 12, 16)
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