The Door

Why would I want to walk through another open door?
I know there’s a trap door behind it.
As soon as I walk through I fall through the floor.
And I am so tired of falling.

But the promise of new life keeps spurring me on.
I continue to hope when all hope is gone.
I believe there’s a blessing to be found someday.
I can’t keep on living unless I live by faith.

Why do I ignore when opportunity knocks
if I truly believe I will find it?
I’m not able to break through the series of locks
when I hear opportunity calling.

But the light of a new day keeps shining through
and igniting desire for what I might do.
Somewhere a bright future is waiting for me.
So in my dark hour I will wait and believe.

Why am I reaching for another door knob?
Experience says I can’t turn it.
There is no way I can finish the job
while disappointment has me stalling.
But the voice of a new song keeps singing to me
a sweet inspiration of all I can be.
No looking back, put the past in its place.
Don’t rely on your own strength, rely upon grace.

Why should I pass through limited restrictions
when there’s nothing to be gained by it?
I admit I’m confused by such contradictions.
Access is not obtained by revolving.

But the peace in my soul keeps overflowing.
And the love I’ve been shown is what keeps me going.
To be helpful and needed is all I’m looking for.
So without hesitation let’s proceed to the door.