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Closed Doors Intro and Watch 8

Intro: Closed Doors
I think everybody has found themselves on the wrong side of the door. Either you wish you hadn't opened it or, in my case, you wish you could just close it. Usually I'm not one to dwell on either side but this situation is special. It took more than a twisting of the knob or a turning of the key. I opened a lot more than a door. And I'm wise enough to say I need to close it. But I'm honest enough to say I don't know how.

Watch 8
3am is for lovers.
Hearts reaching for beats.
Racing to feed souls.
Minds wonder at the speed of sound
Waiting for ears to understand.
Full lips dripping with honey
From calling on the sweetest name known to man.

6am is for angels.
Gentle nudges on your shoulder
As you roll over in a new day.
A sweet voice reaches down urging you to arise and eat.
Provision awaits on table tops
Seeking a belly to enter in.
Lord I am your servant.
Let your word be fulfilled.

9am is for healing.
40 minus 1.
Most people's lucky number is 7.
But mine is 39.
Whips; to be exact.
The piercing that didn't come with jewelry.
Lord, remove this cup from me.
No...
Crucify Him!
 
12pm is for lunch.
Every head bowed.
Lord make this nourishment for my body.
Just like we know not what we do
We know not what we eat.
So who's table are you sitting at?
Do this in remembrance of me.
Take thy bread and eat. These are my bones broken.
Take thy wine and drink. This is my spirit poured out.

3pm is for daydreams.
Absent minds in outer space.
Flashes of reality you live in your spirit,
But can't touch in your flesh.
Whom do man say that I am?
Faith. Hope. Love.
But the greatest of these is Love.

6pm is for long rides home.
Nothing makes you turn around
Like no gas and a flat tire.
Suddenly a light shines from heaven.
And you loose your vision in a matter of a question.
Do you love me?
Yes. I love you.
Do you love me?
Yes? I love you.
Do you love me?
Lord, You know.

9pm is for prayer.
Our father which art in heaven.
Communication so powerful
It connects our hearts to heaven.
Knees bent at a 45 degree angle.
Trying to figure out how staying down here
Is going to get me back on my feet up there.
Down here all I have is the lily.
Lord, you know I don't like lilies.
Where is the Rose?

12am is for freedom.
In the midnight hour
You either pick your battle
Or win your war.
The weapons of my warfare are not carnal.
But power.
Cause the second I get weak,
He becomes strong.
Yes WE are the ones who will turn
The world upside down.

But 3am is still for lovers.
Writes. Thinkers. Dreamers.
So before my day gets started
And before my night ends,
I offer my everything to Him.
Jesus. My ruler. My Savior. My King.
Praying that when he touches me
I'll always remember 3am is dedicated to lovers.

Comments

DJ Roger Rabbit said…
I love the intro. Closed doors spoke to a lot situations that were left in 2014. 3pm, Midnight, and 3am are always the strongest for me. I often find myself fighting through the maze in which i call my thoughts during those times. Continue to write, and always write what's genuine. It connects to ppl in so many ways.
January 11, 2015 at 8:59 PM
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