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Created on: June 24, 2008
Not Anymore
In my soul were many rooms
All were locked with bolts of fear
It seemed no lover dare approach
No reason seen to venture near
None found me worth a task so bold
To tear the bolts from pain of steel
The rooms may lie within my head
But every lock, to me, is real
So many years in this way passed
And dust collects upon each door
My soul now fragile, broken glass
At least that's how it was before
While i lay lost, one precious man
With eyes that found my every fear
The faith within shone strong without
And moved his heart to bring him near
He looked upon each rusted door
Drew me close to ask me why
Why was every entrance blocked?
Why did that question make me cry?
The words he read upon my soul
Where, for me, the real truth lies
Led him to where my past hurt still
Where truth may live, but where hope dies
And in this place he found one room
The oldest lock, held fast with rust
And this one man, with blood and tears
Felt that he could, and that he must
It took his faith and my belief
To break the lock upon the door
And what he found inside that room
Was what the years prepared me for
He entered in and lit the lamp
That stood so silent, still and dark
He held my face in two strong hands
Embraced the tears and healed my heart
And now the hinges of these doors
Have opened wide, one at a time
The dark has fled, the light pours in
Warmed by his love, his hand in mine
I opened up my soul to him
Tho broken, shy and fragile still
But his firm and warm embrace
Caused empty rooms at last to fill
Open doors, like open hearts
Let both the joy and pain rush in
But to return to locks and rust
Seems not to be a choice with him
So in his hand i lay the key
The key that opens every door
And now i see that with his love
I don't need locks, not anymore
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