This Closed Door Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

THIS CLOSED DOOR

Into the silence of my room
Down on my knees I kneel
A moment or two of comfort
I dare to try and steal.

And while I talk with You so humbly
This comfort, I do know,
As you ease this pain within me
And Your glorious Love, You show.

This life I've made a shambles
Because Your word I couldn't hear,
All I must do is kneel in Faith
Your goodness to draw near.

And now my life is in Your hands
As it always was before,
And I bow down in humble silence
As You open... this closed door.

Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
2-22-07
By Ms. Caroline


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