It's the handle on your door

It’s the handle on your door

There’s a frisson at your centre
that shakes you to the core.
Not from the words you’re reading.
But from what you knew before.

It can be hard to find forgotten
words and phrases in your brain.
But once you’ve seen through moonshine,
life can never be the same.

For the gentle hand that guides you
weaves His fingers round your heart.
Without one word of judgement.
You can never be apart.

You can build walls and turrets
of reasons in your mind.
Why the truth is not before you.
Why ‘The Way’ you have declined.

But it’s like a fire within you.
The truth glows around your core.
It’s not written out on paper.
It’s the handle on your door.

But if you want the door to open,
find yourself and then trust God.
He needs your feet to travel,
He will run, or He will plod.

Once your journey it has started,
let your eyes their beauty shine.
For their light brings hope and purpose
and a joy that’s beyond time.