The Door

“I stand at the door and knock,” (Rev. 3:20)

Is what You say to me,

“Come, let’s sit down,

Chat and have a bite to eat.”



Hm, can we wait a bit?

There’s so much I need to clean,

My house has many cobwebs,

Many lightbulbs long been extinct.



Let me freshen things up,

Splash a new coat of paint,

Jab a broom at the cobwebs,

Before I let You in this space.



So I batten down the hatches,

Live reclusively,

Try to clean this up on my own,

Hardly able to breathe.



The dust and mold grow old,

In this house without windows,

The stacks of debris rise to the sky,

Hoarding every piece of my own history.



There You go knocking again,

I step out and close the door behind.

Jesus, I know You want in,

But I simply can’t let anyone inside.



It’s full of hazardous waste,

Honestly, a toxic dump,

This house should be condemned,

Simply burned from within.



“But that’s not My offer,

I want to free you from the stench,

To help you process the messes,

And sit with you, regardless.”



I’m not sure about this,

I’ve grown rather comfortable here,

It dark and it's dank,

But it’s what I hold dear.



“Well, My offer still stands,

There’s more to life than this,

You’ll be with Me in Heaven,

But I can also walk you through this.”



“I’ll sit in this mess,

We’ll work through it together,

I know you pray for “joy” constantly,

Well, I offer that kind of life abundantly!”  (John 10:10)



“Let me step into the door,

Let My light shine

In the darkest of corners

Through the hardest of times.”



“We’ll be in this together,

Not even just You and I,

For if you let them,

There’s a beautiful community on stand by.”



“But the choice is yours,

Do you want to be made well?” (John 5:6)

Hm, let me think about it….

I guess only time will tell….



Joy Lynn