Hallway of closed doors.
Hear a heartbeat
pounding the walls and floors.
Sweeping me off my feet.
End of the hallway
room with no door.
I am carried to its call.
For what's in store.
Room with no windows
where no flower can bloom.
No looking out to lush meadows.
Hear the walls gloom.
A door behind me closes
quickly turning around.
Replaced by prayer closets.
Lies and doubts keep me bound.
My soul cries and whales.
Heart and mind scream and shout.
Tears fill the rooms pails.
Not enough to quench inner drought.
The room begins to fill
heart swims for its life.
The room now has a chill.
Cutting the soul like a knife.
Remembering the prayer closets
Lord Jesus come and deliver.
Lies and doubts no longer exists.
Open window, out goes a river.
Out the window
the room has a drain.
Draining me out to lush meadows.
Beauty, only Jesus can contain.
Wind from His high Mountains
drying off my holy garments.
Within me appears anointed fountains.
Forever more in His presence.
By: Clark Judovsky
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