My Heart Has a Door!
There was a picture hanging in our church which made my spirit soar.
It was a painting of Jesus standing outside and knocking at a door.
This represented my Savior knocking on the door to my heart.
It was the beginning of a precious relationship, the very start.
To me it’s so amazing in all that Heart Surgeons can do.
When you are literally at deaths door and they pull you through.
My surgeon actually held my beating heart in his hand.
My life ticking away like in an hour glass with dripping sand.
What goes through this amazing man’s brilliant mind?
When someone’s life depends on what he finds.
Does he pray to his God and ask for strength?
Does he talk and plead to him at any great length?
Still groggy from the anesthesia, with questions I wanted to ask,
Concerning the heart surgery and the surgeon’s astonishing task.
The only question that came to mind was “Does my heart have a door?”
It was something held in my memory from many years before.
The Doctor smiled as if he understood what I needed to hear.
“Yes it does, for Jesus was holding it open for me, my dear.”
Written by,
Bonnie May
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Thank You, Lord, for Bonnie's good doctor and for bringing her through all her health problems!
Love ya,
Connie
Be always safe,
Karen
Blessings and Love ~~ Micke
This is a great write, Bonnie. I think it is cool that the doctor answered your question with such a beautiful answer.
Cryssa
Georg
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D