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
© 2007 Ms. Caroline (All rights reserved)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A beautiful poem about a private meeting with your inner Self/The Lord that opens closed doors