YOU ARE THE KEY

One day I dreamed I stood before

A tightly locked closed door,

And I then began to question,

“Lord, what am I here for?”

Right then my eyes were opened

To see behind the door

Souls in need and reaching out,

And God said, “Look, there’s more.”

There were lost and lonely people

Who couldn’t find their way,

The sick and the afflicted

Crying out to me that day.

The hopeless and forsaken,

Imprisoned and sin-bound,

There was no one to help them,

Not a willing soul was found.

I asked the Lord, “Who holds the key?”

With tears I did implore.

And God said, “Child, you are the key

To open this locked door.”

I said, “Oh, Lord, then I must go,

I cannot bear to see

Souls in need of someone

To love them desperately.”

And then I saw an endless hall

All filled with doors locked tight.

Overwhelmed, I bowed right there

At this heartrending sight.

God said, “There is a perfect key

That I uniquely made,

Ready to unlock each door,”

And this is what I prayed:

“Lord, help each one to see today

That they’re a special key

Uniquely fashioned and designed

To set the captive free.

“To heal the broken hearted,

To feed a hungry soul,

To lead someone to the Way

Where they can be made whole.”

©2007 Linda J. Stevenson

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