Today began like so many other days . . .
filled with plans and things upon my list.
But, in my heart there was a call . . .
something I just could not seem to resist.
As I went about my hours . . .
something was stirring deep inside.
It grabbed me and I could not rest.
The smile I gave to others was but a lie.
My mind would not stay on ordinary things . . .
it rushed on ahead of me.
I knew there was something I must do . . .
Something I must see.
I was experiencing a hunger . . .
more ravishing than I'd ever felt before.
An emotion so intense . . .
like an insistent knocking on the door.
Restless. Seeking. Uneasy.
Like waking from a sleep so deep.
Had I never noticed this emptiness...
that caused my soul to weep?
A mystery, that urged me to follow it . . .
into places I dared not go.
But today I knew I would take these steps,
For my heart could no longer answer, "No!"
No, this was not the first time . . .
I had been right up to the door.
I had walked along this path . . .
so many times before.
I'd reach out to touch the knob . . .
and withdrew my hand in fear.
What did I think was waiting there?
What was it that drew me near?
Did I fear going through the door . . .
not knowing what I'd see?
Or was it that I couldn't bear . . .
to give up so much of me?
Slowly, I approached the door . . .
and noticed something in my hand.
A golden key was glistening there,
the floor beneath me felt like shifting sand.
There was the door. I had the key.
My heart pounded in my breast.
"Come on, my child," I heard a voice.
"I come to offer rest."
It had taken far too long for me . . .
to move beyond this door.
There was one who wanted me
to toss away this key . . . he wanted nothing more.
This time I would not listen.
This time I won't turn and run.
I could feel him trying to rip away the key . . .
as he had so often done.
"No!" I said. "I'm going in . . ."
and I slipped the key into the door.
I turned the knob and said, "Yes! I'm coming, Lord."
Feeling His love envelop me to my very core.
The door was opened!
I'd broken through the lock.
The frightening, sifting sand beneath my feet . . .
turned into solid rock.
I felt a hand upon my heart . . .
it welcomed and comforted me.
"Oh, Father, why did I wait so long,
When in my hand you placed the key?"
Oh, the mystery of life was solved . . .
it had been from the start.
God placed the key for me to use.
Then put the urging in my heart.
Why am I here?
Why was I meant to be?
It was but planned for you and me to
. . . pass along the key.
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