The Room of Life
The following poem was partly inspired by random quotes I’ve read in the past, and partly by the roughness of life the past few days, weeks, months and year. I pray that this poem would encourage and edify some of you out there who are also going through tough times in life. God is with us every step of the way, even when things are not working out. Have faith. Pray hard. And above all, Praise Him for Who He is.
The Room of Life
I was with my Lord in the Room of Life:
He showed me the joys and hopes, the darkness and strife.
“Daughter—your life is a gift, your Saviour your Guide.
But you must walk this pathway yourself, whatever betide.”
“Lord,” I asked, “what should I do, which way should I go?”
He pointed at the open door. “Take My hand, child, and follow.”
I held tight to His hand—all the doors unclosed.
“Lord, which…” “Trust Me, dear one.” Then the doors closed.
“But, oh Lord, all the doors are closed, to what do I turn?”
The room seemed so dark—I was afraid—His hand I spurned.
No door opened—I was trapped—in tears I did wallow.
I cried “Lord!” “Look up, My daughter—I’ve opened the windows.
“Through these you will look beyond your own existence,
And see My Greatness, My Power, My Love and Elegance.”
I was comforted. “Forgive my weakness,” I prayed, penitent.
“My beloved daughter—rest in My love and complete forgiveness.”
But then the windows closed. I waited—no doors opened.
I wept, I pleaded—”Oh Lord, is this the end?
There is nowhere to go, nothing I can see.”
The Lord touched me gently and whispered, “Oh daughter…but you still have Me.”
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