III. Revelation
Way off in the distance I saw the door
I tried to open
I tried forcing with all of my will and still
The door wouldn’t open
Unable to trust in my faith
I turned and walked away
I looked around, felt a chill in the air
Took my will and turned it over
The glass prison which once held me is now gone
A long lost fortress
Armed only with liberty
And the key of my willingness
Fell down on my knees and prayed
“Thy will be done”
I turned around, saw a light shining through
The door was wide open