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[title] => This Old Door Of Mine
[time] => 2003-11-13 10:30:38
[hometext] => We've been remodeling the house - and have found a remodeling of ourselves in the process...
[bodytext] => This old door of mine This old door of mine, hanging in the hall It's seen its better days, small user or tall. Little hands open, maybe stern hands close, maybe a foot or two, perhaps a knee, or a nose. When it wasn't so old, bought in the store it may have been bare, protection needed more. The grain looked nice straight, smooth, and tight But the owner wanted a look and plain wood wouldn't be right So someone tried to protect it, to make it look nice painted by hand, preferably coated it twice. Over the years other folks put on more, giving it shield, shine, and load for many years more But some of that load was tough on the door, chemicals with poison, or colors that bore. This old door takes on a look, old thick and unlevel presenting a face to the world, like inside lives evil. But then came along a Host that knew the grain inside and gave it a gift of freedom, no more pain to hide. He stripped off the poison, digging through habits black using heat, tools, and pressure, passing through the whole stack. At last the door was clean, at no cost to itself; now it's ready for armor, a presentaiton of wealth. The armor is new and fresh, protecting against any thorn Not harm from physical damage, but harm from any scorn. Every door has an owner, and users with foot, knee, and nose To oil the hinges, polish the knob, and ensure a clean close My Jesus is my owner, I am the door my grain is my soul, and it's guarded evermore So when you see a door, hanging there looking scruff know you're seeing the outside, worn, dented, and tough fix the door's hinges, give it a new knob, and handle the door with care, He'll guide you in your job. Sean Parker, Nov 12, 2003 [comments] => 2 [counter] => 172 [topic] => 19 [informant] => supinlick [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => InspirationalPoems )
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