The Door
My heart is always racing overwhelmed anticipating, some bliss that I look for?
I run and run much faster, to avoid all the disaster, in hopes to find its door.
My Lord I reach to Him and my mind it does implore, to gain this knowledge To this faith to enter, nothing more!
I know inside my soul, there is greatness to be found...
Yet I search more harder and land only on the ground.
I see the unfair balance as my mind fights off my heart...
The warfare is intense and has been bound from the start.
Lost and in the middle, each time overwhelmed, I descend into the pit, to the place of lost and found?
I know miracles can happen, each and every day and do, but to be the quiet master, to attain this and not disaster, is a matter to be found.
Even though I know I know, and to my heart I am bound...my mind unleashes its laughter, and drags me backward to the ground.
The battle is quite simple, a rather simple matter, tis the fight of simple faith without all the brainless chatter.
But all my brains chatter brings disturbance to the matter, of my simple faith.
To move the mountain's easy, till my brain begins its chatter...
chatter chatter chatter, my brains only matter!
I will make it through, with a trusting step way to this door.
A step that doesn't care about the chatter anymore.
To attain I must follow all the way His Word and nothing more...
I must stay upon the ground, I must stay upon its floor?
The bottom of this barrel, seems such an unlikely peril...
But in this quest, I must rest, upon its floor?
To be without hope... is hope...and nothing more.
As I lay in the still defeat, the chatter is no more...
I have found the way of entrance to the door!
Tis the cross, to slay my soul, and nothing more!
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