“I am the door; if any one enters by me, he will be saved, and will go in and out and find pasture.” (John 10:9)

Waiting At The Door

Above the door, longing to fill,
A magnet draws her thoughts and dreams.
Beneath the mat, she tucks her will;
Her soul, beset in silence, teems.

Often, she’s left outside the door:
A lone and silent sentinel;
In the cold dark, hungry and poor,
Yearning for her Emanuel.

He plans to call her to the feast,
But first, her soul must be set right;
His servants call the very least,
Who yearn with one great appetite.

From deep within, she hears the call:
The door opens; she’s drawn inside.
The brilliant light envelopes all;
The last fragments of dark subside.

His feast of life and love and light
Is set for those who’ve known the night.

Lord, draw me to Your feast and do not delay! Your will be done. Amen.

(c) Paul Buis, 2006