Knocking

The door to my life was closed,

When you asked if you could come in,

The lock was firmly bolted,

There seemed no entrance in,

The hinge to the door was rusty,

With all of life's past sin,

And with it firmly bolted,

A sign saying nobody's in,

But as I heard you knocking,

My heart seemed to melt from within,

The chains that had been bolted,

Burst forth to let you in,

Now the door is always opened,

It's party time within,

The table is never empty,

Rooms swept clean from sin,

The door is always opened,

And a sign saying welcome in.

Wendy Jae Rhymer