Door

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I often beg behind closed doors

Wanting all I cannot see

I question why You would say no

To something that'd be great for me

And so I pound upon the wood

Till both my hands are raw and red

But still there is no path to walk—

I cannot take the road ahead

Crying, I fall to the floor

Wondering what I have done wrong

Questioning what was the point,

If this was the end all along?

But then You lift me in Your arms

And I'm reminded once again

That the door I wanted gone

Would lead me to a viper's den

You hold me and I'm filled with peace

You settle my soul to its core

And as I rest inside Your love

I realize that You were the door

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