THE HANDLE OF THE HEART
by:
Grace E. Easley
There is a door to every heart,
And yet alas, my friend,
There's but a single handle,
And that one is within.
The outside is not fitted,
With any lock or key,
And though the Lord may stand and knock,
The rest is up to thee.
How many lonely hours,
Each one of us has known,
Who would not let Him enter,
And preferred to be alone.
How many needless sorrows,
We all have had to bear,
Who would not open up our hearts,
And left Him standing there.
Years have a way of passing,
Like the blinking of an eye,
It seems we are no sooner born,
...Before we have to die.
Treasured moments are as but
The flicker of a candle,
But Heaven can be won with just
...The lifting of a handle.