A blind man sleeps in the doorway, his home. Today I heard these lyrics and they struck me. How often have I made the doorway my home? How often Lord do I sleep in only the doorway of the mansion youve made for me. How often do I blindly limit my ability to live in all you bought for me to live in. I have not awakened to realize all you say is mine so I shiver in the door way, blind to the vast treasures I own just beyond the threshold. Lord as your bride will you carry me across the threshold? I wanna dance in every room with you. Will you show me around. I wanna know what every room was designed for when you, my bridegroom, drafted the blue prints.
Posted on: Sat, 19 Oct 2013 21:56:00 +0000
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