Behindthedoor

Behind the Door

My door is closed,
    no one knows truly just
        what goes on the other side.

Secret things, I can hide,
    no one knows what's inside.
         Dust and clutter all hidden within,
              holding on to those unforgotten sins.

Behind these doors the face is sad,
    for the past will clutter fast.
         To the floor I will be,
              with bended knees with all my pleas.

Father, open these doors in me,
cleaning out, setting me free.
           Free again from all these sins,
               place Your Light within me
                    for the world to see,
                         wanting also, to be set free.

As these doors open wide,
    Light of Thee shine from me,
         smiling face the world will see,
              for I have been cleansed and
                   set free.

4/29/2000