A Crack In The Door
He comes to steal joy
That thief in the night
Working under the cover of darkness -
The accuser of our souls slips through
We are unaware
There is a crack in the door.
Wide enough for him to slither through
He comes to kill spirit
To dim light
With tools of conviction and lie.
That crack in the door -
Powerful.
One slip of thought
One misstep
Peace that surpasses all understanding,
That crack in the door -
Illusive.
Through that crack in the door
The stench of sin
Heavily flows like a syrupy sweet of days past
A reminder of deliverance
What brought out from
Bought with a price
Sin acknowledged and forgiven.
That crack in the door -
Oppressive.
That crack in the door
a reminder that you are a child of the Most High God
whose deliverance is not tenuous unless you let it be so
But is permanent and lasting
as you stand in the shadow of the cross.
With each prayer the light of worldliness grows dim
That crack in the door grows smaller still
With the lifting of prayer for the sick, the sinful, the lost.
Pushing hard against the hugeness of sin that cannot slip through
That crack in the door.
Heavy is this door
Yet the power of the blood is stronger
One more push
One quick slam in the name of Jesus
And that crack in the door
Is no more.
(c) 2014, Debi Mason, USA
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