I am so glad you stumbled across my blog... do you believe in divine connections? I do. I don't think it's by accident that you are here. I am a recovered junkie who is now on a mission to help others find hope, freedom and frankincense. Please pull up and seat and read some... and feel free to reach out to me via email or facebook!
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Open door
Some shut while others morph
Into different doorways than i knew before
They swing back and forth
While i decide what to live for.
Past doorways of crack and smack
Two by fours of memories, stinging
Finally shut that door- don't look back
Inside my head, my ears are ringing.
This rusted nail of molded metal
Pounds into my confidence
These doors are made to push our pedals
All my pride is smoked like incense.
A cross with blood
And an empty tomb
Redemption floods
Into my heart- I'm not doomed.
No door i can open
Without love
This entry has no hope
Without love
Narrow is the door that leads to eternal life
Wide and massive is the way that leads to destruction
What way is right?
What door has perfect construction?
The door i walk through today
Has no mind tricks or xanax sticks
It's open and waiting
For all who will choose it.
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Thanks for expressing your self so well. It blessed me.
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