The Open Door

What does it take it take, the stand the storm, to grasp the light escaping morn. To be unbound by chains of moral grounds, laid by men to bring men down. How can I show work love is real, daily breaking bread, from word to meal. Can she see the loving plan, the unique perspective, the humbling hand? Will we break the generations grasp, will we rise from these broken pasts. To YHVH Elohim does my plea seek light. I trust that it is in his sight. Honestly I want his will, to know and live what's true and real. I deride this part of me, needy, impatient, can't wait to be. Oh! If only I could see what Yeshua has prepared for me. Another job, another way, another report, another day. Then am I bound here, why can't I shake the fear? Oh yeah! Its that his word is just and true. So now what? Something must change. Cling to her, love her the same. I do, I do, I love her more. Since finding Yah's truth. Behind the open door. Oh! Yeshua its true. I want more. What now! I implore!