A door is an object that seems quite ordinary
An entrance, an exit, no reason to tarry
But I beg you to linger, contemplating its use a bit longer
For I feel your appreciation of them will grow much stronger
Like the introduction paragraph of any good book
The door sets the tone for every business, church, home or even hideaway nook
When you come across an entrance so grand
You hesitate, straighten and kick off the sand
But if other passageways don’t create much reason to pause
You enter haphazardly
Hastily
Unconcerned by the mess dragged in by your flaws
An open door, to many, can bring such delight
It’s an invitation to warmth
Friendship
A haven from the night
To others, it evokes questions, distrust, but mostly fear
For what kind of person leaves a door open and lets others draw near?
When a door closes is when things become more serious
For it is here, behind closed doors, situations grow increasingly mysterious
What happens in your life when the door pulls closed and lock tumbles “click”?
Perhaps you feel peace and joy
Or maybe just lonely and sick
All I know is that hole in your heart, where the door stands a sentry
Represents choices
Determining to whom you will grant entry
Jesus, Himself, knows what lies on the other side
He knows your hurts, your pains and the sins for which He died
The rap of His knuckles echo inside
Will you open the door
Or seal it with pride?
If your heart becomes His home, He may rightly decide
To give others directions and invite them inside
He may be asking them to bring laughter, wisdom, friendship or all of the above
His reasons, I know, are always compelled by His love
So, you see, doors are more than objects to push past
They hold the key to your heart, your future, your past
Choose wisely, with Christ as your guide
Then you will know what you should kick out and what should abide