A door fashioned of oak or cedar

The wood once graced the earth’s brown soil

Made feebly knobbed and felled to shame

Then grand more so as stained with carpenter’s toil

 

And made to shut out impious ones

As fortifying its neighboring steeple pyre

Then once more seemed a fallacious mote

Wood meant to wait then burned with fire

 

Yet thereupon it one bright day

A mate for the splintering and tawdry beam

A tree’s own sliver cleaved with iron spike

To join from its own paper ream

 

Humility and honest depraved

Both woods scathed with all deploring

Became again and far greater so

Gloriously enduring

 

The paper anointing the door

As workless the door received its nail

From patience, persevering on its mount

It knew for another its sake prevail

 

The paper same, it knew its fate

Had it been some indulgence paid then shred

But here upon a useless door?

Both found life from whence was dead

 

“Oh holy door now set apart

Unforgotten were we so

Our Creator bent to cherish us

Can you believe He stooped this low?”

 

The door with marks and gashes,

“I know this all to be true

I’ve seen the letter written as its passed through

That His love comes into view

 

“And now in haste His love will shine

Sovereign meanders purposefully

In perseverance and in holy grace

His Word comes now to be free”

 

The paper rejoiced with the door

“Upon me declare this as He resolved

That our faith we share in empty hands

Comes mercy with sins absolved!”

 

The One for whom they spoke

As each wood formed into unity

A door and scroll fused to remember

That they share as one eternity

 

This Christ who stooped low

To find worthless such as these

Cares not for priests in high places

Who obstruct ones crawling on their knees

 

The door creaked louder than the hammer strike

Its hinges old and fused with rust

“Thy Word holds new power over me

The Church opens now as it must

 

“And on this globe where I have bloomed

He meant me not carelessly hurled

And yes, all will know quite soon

This is my Father’s world”