all that many ever find
is only a wall where a door ought to be
they creep along the wall like blind men
with outstretched groping hands
feeling for a door
knowing there must be a door
yet they never find it
so I stand by the door
the most important thing I can do
is take hold of one of those blind groping hands
and put it on the latch
people die outside that door
others live on the other side of it
live because they find it, open it, walk in and find Him
so I stand by the door
and watch for the frightened, the blind
the ones who have not yet found the door
or the ones who want to run away
and I am content
to stand by the door
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