Poetry: Walls I Make

What I think of as wallsOften turn out to beMy stubborn pride,An unwillingness to listen--at all,Refusal to hear,Refusal to risk,Out of fear,A determination to dig inAccepting onlyMy will, not His direction,My way, not His correction.Only as I lay myself down, bow...And lift Him upDo things shift.Walls become doors.His plans withinBecome my map, my core,My way to healing, wholeness and hope,In Him.Behold, I stand at the door, and knock:if any man hear my voice, and open the door,I will come in to him, and will sup with him,and he with me. --Revelation 3:20 KJVBy Carolyn R ScheidiesFrom The God Connection