Someone was knocking on my door other day.
Someone wanting, shoving, trying to push their way.
Peering out my windows of reasoning.
I saw an old man full of life’s seasoning.
In his hand he’s holding a bag of tricks.
Beckoning me to the door, telling me has a fix.
I open the door simply to stop the noise of his knocking.
But when he takes off his hood, the sight I see is so shocking!
My own reflection staring back me almost knocks me to the floor.
The untamed, unchanged me from way before.
Pulling out her bag, I see anger and shame…
The sin, the drugs, the lying game.
The “old man” was knocking on my heart’s door.
Trying to rise up in me, trying to take more.
The “old man” once had his way
But beware, because he’s always at bay.
Jesus help me for I never want to be
the “old man,” for him and your spirit do not agree.
Make me new, help me to abstain as much as I can
So that I may show others how to close the door on their old man.