THE UNLOCKED DOOR

THE UNLOCKED DOOR

On the door the sign said, Welcome,
To this house of clemency and love.”
There was no lock.
Upon that door with hearts adorned,
Did I dare knock?

But when I knocked,
It opened wide.
Love said, “You are most Welcome here-
Please step within.”
“Me, dare I so to greeted be,
Covered with sin?”

Love asked, “What can I do for you?
You look so famished, frail and tired,
Please seated be,”
“These rags I wear… can they not see
I’m here unworthily?”

Love said, “We are your new found friends,
We love you just the way you are,
Please rest a tad.”
“Me, who knew no friends, could it be true,
I now friends had?”

Love spoke again, "We have a feast
Prepared for you, to dine with us,
Please come with me.”
“All the while these rags I wear,
How can it be?”

Love said, “All who through these doors come
Have been transformed- eternally,
Are holy seen.”
I looked, my clothes were not the same
They glistened clean.

At last I had my hearts desire,
The love I craved, forgiveness too-
Forevermore!
I only had to knock upon
An unlocked door.
© G. Blank
Ask, and it shall be given you;
seek, and ye shall find;
knock and it shall be opened unto you.
Matthew 7:7
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He that overcometh, the same shall be
clothed in white raiment;
And I will not blot out his name
out f the book of life.
Revelation 3: 5

CONTEMPLATION
I walk along a country path
Often times at end of day,
And watch the tree tops rustle
As soft breezes gust and play.
I feel the joy of living,
I feel free to dream and muse
With cares all but forgotten
While my weary mind renews.

I watch as forest creatures
Scamper from my watchful eye-
Watch as bluebirds and blackbirds
Use the wind to soar on high.
I have time for contemplation
And my mind soon upward turns-
To the hazy sky above me
As my spirit strangely yearns,
For the One who made this beauty
Calling to me through the air,
Giving me a glimpse of heaven-
Restored, I know I’m in His care.
© G. Blank
He giveth songs in the night
.....He giveth songs in the night Job 35:10
Sing unto the Lord with thanksgiving;
Sing praise upon the harp unto God:
Who covereth the heaven with clouds,
Who prepareth rain for the earth,
Who maketh grass to grow upon the mountains.
He giveth to the beast His food,
And the young ravens which cry.
Psalm 147: 7-9

BE STILL

BE STILL
“Be still,” we hear this inner voice
So difficult to heed,
But when we do the quietness
Speaks to our inward need.

We hear it in the dawning morn
When birds first take to wing,
Before the bustling cares of life
Drown out the songs they sing.

We hear it in the darkened night
As twinkling stars go by,
And in the quietness and peace
It wafts down from the sky.

We hear it in our sleeping hours
When repose does not come
And we can just reflect upon
The one we have become.

We hear it in the storms of life
Deep in our inward heart,
“Be still, and know that I am God,
My peace, I will impart.”

We hear it in our present joys-
And in plans dreamed distantly,
But ever is this wisdom best,
“Be still.” Expectantly.
(c) G. Blank

Behold, I stand at the door, and knock,: if nay man hear
My voice, and open the door, I will come in to him,
And will sup with him, and he with Me.
Revelation 3:20

HANDS

HANDS

Dear God,
What if you had never given
Hands to humans you have made,
So that we could not express
Our love by gentle touch displayed.

What if we could never hold
A baby in a soft embrace,
And see the sensuous delight
Shimmering in their silken face.

What if we were like the fowl
Winged to fly in skies unknown,
But joy of service never know
Because of hands we did not own.

What if we could not console
Someone in their hour of need,
Lacking hands to hold them close,
And in praying for them plead.

So thank you Lord for giving hands
To work for you along life’s way,
To love, to touch, a blessing be,
Hands to honor you each day.
To gratefully exalt your name
In ways which we were meant to do,
As with our hands upraised we sing,
Joyfully our praise to You.
© G. Blank
Thus will I bless Thee while I live:
I will lift up my hands in Thy name.
Psalm 63:4

She stretcheth out her hand to the poor; yea,
she reacheth forth her hands to the needy.
Proverbs 31: 20