Stress pulls me down, <br />and nerves wrot my core, <br />as I think about the future, <br />and all the open doors. <br /> <br />Wich one do I walk through, <br />Wich one do I shut, <br />I stand in the middle of choas, <br />in the middle of this rut. <br /> <br />I get this tugging fealing, <br />toward a certain choice. <br />But what if I make a mistake, <br />then what would be the point. <br /> <br />What if God doesn't want me, <br />to walk through this threshhold, <br />what do I do then, <br />when I cross it, what do I behold. <br /> <br />But what I don't seem to realize, <br />at this cetain point in time. <br />is that right after you cross through the door, <br />there is another on the oppisite side. <br /> <br />We will always be walking through doors, <br />and closing them all the same, <br />And as we walk down the road of God, you'll find <br />more doors will be closed to pain.<br /><br />kimber harrison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/down-the-road-of-god/
