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While The Door Is OpenMoments past must remain where they are Through our thoughts, we can see where we've been Heavy are hearts that are weighted with sin, Broken at times from a serious scar. One need not travel long and far To turn deep loss into a win The Spirit knocks… just let Him in. Your heart soon lights as a bright star Rise up, go and sin no more Sweet Saviour abides in thee His blessings have opened wide the door Where those that believe have been set free Each day passing we remain in His love Our souls renewed that we may enter above. Revelation 3:8 I know thy works: behold, I have set before thee an open door, and no man can shut it: for thou hast a little strength, and hast kept my word, and hast not denied my name. Julie Pisacane © 2006 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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