March 1999
The Door
Rebecca Bay
Peace is dead within my soul
Left me at the table with an empty bowl
Feeling less than whole
See the light through the crack in the door
I reach but can reach no more
I’m the only one, who could make it through
All the hell that I’ve been through
Everyone else would have fell
If they had experienced this hell
I’ve carried on so far
I’m nearing the end of my journey
Weak and weary
The peace is dead within my soul
Left me at the table with an empty bowl
Feeling less than whole
I see the light in the crack in the door
I reach out, reach, but can reach no more
Pushed back
Fallen back
Stumbled
Fallen down
Feeling as though I’m gonna drown
The peace has died within my soul
Leaving me at the table with an empty bowl
Less than whole
And suddenly I see the light through the crack in the door
I reach, reach, but can reach no more
The door opens slowly
And I’m feeling lowly
As I throw my hands up to on this world linger
A rope becomes intertwined around my fingers
I clench my fist as
I look up
Knowing my time was almost done
And looked into the face of God’s Son
He came and sat with me
Lonely me
Lowly me
Pathetic me
And wrapped His arms around me
In love I’d never known
And then I was not alone
As I collapsed into His arms
He comforted me and kept me from harm
I wept
And He wept
Only now
Tears of happiness
For I was truly going home
For I had never been alone
There is peace within my soul
I’m sitting at the table with an overflowing bowl
Feeling whole
Going through the light in the crack of the door
This world I will know no more