The Open Door..
One late Summer afternoon in June
After a gentle rain came dancing by
I sat real still high on a hill
On a rock beneath the sky…
The road i came still smelt of rain
it’s rocks drying one by one
But, I felt at home,not all alone
with the rock the sky and sun.
The day was cool,it warmed my soul
as i whispered into the summer breeze
“If it’s no bother,a daughter to Father
talk is what I’d like Lord,if you please”..
‘Twas then i must of fell asleep
for my heart it seemed to stop
as i flew just like the Eagles do
Looking down upon the old rocks top..
I heard a silent voice that seemed
to be telling me to see
for years of long His voice was strong
talking constantly to me..
i excused it as a thought and not
God taking to me ( I couldn’t see)
that yes for sure,that opened door
was never closed to me.
I heard a voice that said quite clear
”listen for a door to open silently
and let be heard as a silent word”
child you’ll know it’s me”
then i awoke and a fog like smoke
seemed to stand right where i stood
and I heard the sound of a door
Open like He said it would.
I realized I need not pray
For He knew about me inside out
And I was safe in His grace
for that I had no doubt.
Since that day i must say
I wonder how He knew that I
surly would know if I could
what it feels like to fly.
and true to His word I have heard
him chatting all the time
Silently, words just for me
& I find them in my mind..
The door that opened never closed
and He promised me quite faithfully
that Father to daughter, i need not bother
to listen for His door to close on me…
After a gentle rain came dancing by
I sat real still high on a hill
On a rock beneath the sky…
The road i came still smelt of rain
it’s rocks drying one by one
But, I felt at home,not all alone
with the rock the sky and sun.
The day was cool,it warmed my soul
as i whispered into the summer breeze
“If it’s no bother,a daughter to Father
talk is what I’d like Lord,if you please”..
‘Twas then i must of fell asleep
for my heart it seemed to stop
as i flew just like the Eagles do
Looking down upon the old rocks top..
I heard a silent voice that seemed
to be telling me to see
for years of long His voice was strong
talking constantly to me..
i excused it as a thought and not
God taking to me ( I couldn’t see)
that yes for sure,that opened door
was never closed to me.
I heard a voice that said quite clear
”listen for a door to open silently
and let be heard as a silent word”
child you’ll know it’s me”
then i awoke and a fog like smoke
seemed to stand right where i stood
and I heard the sound of a door
Open like He said it would.
I realized I need not pray
For He knew about me inside out
And I was safe in His grace
for that I had no doubt.
Since that day i must say
I wonder how He knew that I
surly would know if I could
what it feels like to fly.
and true to His word I have heard
him chatting all the time
Silently, words just for me
& I find them in my mind..
The door that opened never closed
and He promised me quite faithfully
that Father to daughter, i need not bother
to listen for His door to close on me…
there is something special about a highway, road, trail, or path with many bends, there is something exciting around each bend.
these pages are kind of like each bend – you are very creative!
thanks for dropping by with your kind words.