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Three Doors In a dream I was walking, approaching a door Somehow I knew I had been here before For a familiar path lay ahead on the floor A path leading to one of two doors But this time was different for now I could see One door was marked Justice, the other Mercy Afraid to continue, I fell to my knees Where my path led, I plainly could see The the door of Justice my worn path had led The the door of Mercy, my feet never tread Then someone appeared surrounded in light In another worn path, that was in my sight What does this mean, I asked him in fright As he took my hand saying, Walk in my light I stepped into the light that he was in Into his path that was also worn thin It led away from the path that I traveled in sin On the path towards Mercy with him I was in He said, behind each door my Father will be The door you go through holds your destiny When you walk with me there will be no regret For what you deserve, you simply won't get When your path towards Mercy with me is set Though there will be judgment, you'll have no regret As we passed through the door a third door appeared It simply swung open as we drew near By the grip of his hand, I knew that he cared And as we walked through, all my fears disappeared Then looking at me, he said, 'welcome home' When you took my hand your sins were attoned You've entered through the door of Grace It will open to any gender or race Everyone is invited to enter this place Justice is served through My Mercy and Grace But had you walked alone, justice would have been served Your path was leading to the place you deserved You wouldn't be here in this home I reserved Now dine at my table where love will be served Then I awoke, I'm sorry to say For with Jesus I wanted to stay But my dream will come true in everyway For I'm walking His path starting today |
Additional Notes:
First let me say that I did have this dream. As soon I woke up I made notes of it while it
was still very much vivid. Though it is writen in simple rhythem, I just want to say that
I did not change it just for the sake of rhymes. I think very simple and write the same way
and realize that I am not a very good poet. That is to say that everything I wrote came out
naturally and I submit it to TPL for some hard hitting critiques. The subject of this poem
however is not up for grabs theologically because it is simply the summary of a dream.
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