Sunday, March 7, 2010

Doorway


What can I do that will move you,
to know there is something much more.
Far and beyond, all the set backs and trials.
Just a tentative tap on His Door.

I know you have questioned the small quiet voice,
nagging away at your heart.
Stop running, one moment and hearken.
To stand up, or stand down, is a choice.

What can it hurt just to listen.
What can it hurt to Believe.
There is no love on earth,
to compare with His Worth,
With arms open wide to Receive.

Only knock,
and the door will be opened.
Just a whisper and Jesus will hear.
He waits and He prays, you will ask Him.
Ever longing, just to draw near.

A friend told me once of my Savior.
When all that I knew was despair.
I did not have a heart of conviction, back then.
Just a prayer, for a God, if You’re there.

Little by little, some mountains were moved.
Little by little in awe.
The doubt changed to maybe,
the maybe to Faith,
and a yearning to know more and more.

What can I say to convince you,
that the Love in my heart is of Him.
The light in my eyes is the light of my soul,
Ever burning while life may grow dim.

I don’t know the answer to heartbreak.
No perfect life, free of care.
But I do have a Rock, I can stand on,
and a Hand that will always be there.

I live by the Grace of my Savior,
Love by his heart, into mine.
Poured out and refilled,
Sometimes clumsy, and spilled,
so much yet still to mold and refine.

What can I do that will move you,
To know there is something much more
Far and beyond, all the set backs and trials.
Just a tentative tap on His Door.

Elizabeth

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Revelations 3: 20,

‘ Behold I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come into him, and will sup with him , and he with me.'

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