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Created on: July 02, 2009
Knocking at the door of my heart
Was the answer to my prayers
Prayers of questions left unanswered for far too long
Knocking at the door of my heart
Was a still, quiet voice beckoning me to open up
Floating past the thunderous ploddings of my painful dirges, my mournful song
I was deafened by the cacophony of self-pity and defeat
Stifled by feet stuck in the muddy waters of failure
Distracted by the pain of the thorn in my side
Shackled by chains, in a yoke I alone was too weak to destroy
Burden by the weight of regret, remorse
Blinded by the falsehood of a real devil
Maggots were eating at the dead weight I carried
There was knocking but it never got loud
It remained soft and gentle with a still, small voice beckoning me to answer
Beckoning me to open up and let the knocker in
I was at the end of my wit
Burning candles at both ends
Hastening the day a wrecking ball would swing down and destroy me for good
And then....
I opened the door.
As opened the door, light slipped through, pushing the door open
As molten gold, the light poured into the depths of my song
My darkness had now become light
Transforming my dirges into songs of delight and praise
Silencing the noise of defeat, I began to twirl to a symphony of victory
Spinning and spinning as I was lifted out of the mire
I heard the still, small voice clear like a bell
I felt the warmth of the knocker's touch as He healed the wounds of my thorns
Smash! Shackles released, burdens were lifted, yokes were destroy
The knocker carefully wrapped up the dead weight and buried it for good
Putting out the flames of unanswered questions
The knocker carefully placed a well-stocked oil lamp in my hand
Lighting my path, leading the way, motioning me to follow.
Yes, yes! I will answer. I will follow.
Knocking at the door of my heart was the answer I had been looking for
You see, the answer and knocker are one in the same.
A man from Galilee named Jesus
He knocked. I answered
Now, all is well with my soul.
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