The Open Door

W. EDSON SMITH

Behold, I have set before thee an open door, and no man can shut it.—Rev. iii. 8.

We had been prisoned for so long, so long!
High walls had ever hemmed us round about;
A ragged garden held a smothered song,
No glimpse of God's without.

And then, one day, there was that open door,—
Green fields, and flowered brooks, a smiling land;
Shyly we followed the white road before,
Like children, hand in hand.

And children ever, through immortal years,—
Immortal childhood under skies of blue;

The far side of the rainbow. Gone the fears!
God's promise did come true.

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