Locked Doors (a poem)

Everywhere I turn there are doors,

But all are locked,

I turn the knobs,

But all they do is jingle.

Behind each door,

I hear my name being called,

Loud and strong,

Soft and sweet,

At the end of the hall,

I see a bright light,

A door is wide open,

My name written all over it,

I enter slowly,

I am wrapped in His love,

On the right track,

In till I must find a new door,

One that will,

Make me stronger in Him,

And lead me,

Further in to Him.

This was is like...my 4th poem. Ever. My first one I wrote after my doggie died in '10. I wrote a prose for school in march, and then I wrote another one today for my mum. Plus this one = 4. :) Let me know what you think.

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