This is a temple
It is not my temple
I am only the door keeper
So I watch and ensure
The temple is used only as designed
For worship, worship of the owner

There are days
Days I sight visitors unwelcomed
I refuse to let them in
It’s easy, it’s tough
There is the tussle I pass through
Yet I know they can’t come in

I forgive, I let go
Negative emotions can’t gain entrance
The other door keeper I stare at
In me I mutter
I would love you because
I sure would forgive you

I am a temple
I am the door keeper
Thought His blood I choose to see
His eyes are my glasses
It’s not about me
It is all about Him = Christ Jesus

© 18th April 2016