You knock on the door of my heart until Your knuckles bleed;
I’m in the corner trying to drown out the noise.
I know I’m in trouble; it’s You I need.
But the deceiver still holds me, and I am his toy.
I cannot escape this hole I’ve dug; it’s now much too deep.
But You are standing there and let down a rope;
I grab hold and climb, but fall for it’s too steep.
And I am now, only now, beginning to lose hope.
I become content with the person I am;
No longer do I need You in my perfect life.
Across the river that flows into my soul, I build a dam
So that without You near me, I will not feel strife.
You plead and you cry for me to come back,
But still I reject with a turn of my face.
I can still feel Your presence, or the presence I lack,
So my feeling turns to total disgrace.
How can You plead and how can You cry?
I have been nothing but someone you should throw away.
But You came to this earth, You came to die
So that I may enter Your glorious realm, on my last day.
You do not care where I have been, or what I have done.
You only care about what is deep inside.
Never will You give up on me, till victory is won.
And I deceive myself when I think I can hide.
My heart starts to break like waves on a shore.
With one mighty flash You destroy the dam.
You forget about knocking; You break down the door.
Into my heart is where You now stand.
A fork in the road. Which way should I take?
The left hand is narrow, the right wide and strong.
If I do choose the narrow, again I may break.
But You will always be there, to help me along.
Photo by Federico Stevanin Old Door http://www.freedigitalphotos.net/images/Garden_and_Exterior_g157-Old_Door_p3078.html
Logan is a high school student in Indiana.
Thanks for writing this poem Logan!