thE oPeN wiNdOw
As I sort through my memories,
It seems like yesterday,
That in this sad, empty room
My child sat and played.
I thought not of the window
I left open each day,
Unguarded in the room
Where my child sat and played.
It was there at that window
That the Devil did appear,
To speak deceitfully with my
child
Through unguarded years.
Sadistically he would come
Leading innocence astray,
And finally through time’s
window
He took my child away…
If with the latch of instruction
The window I had locked,
and with the rod of discipline
The window I had blocked;
It would’ve been hard for him
To access my child’s soul;
Much harder for his many lies
To have ever taken hold.
But because of my neglect,
With broken heart I pray,
That the Lord will redeem his soul
And bring him home someday.
“And, fathers, do not provoke
your children to anger;
but bring them up in the
discipline and instruction of the Lord.”
Ephesians 6:4 (NASB)
©1998 A. Mitchell
Moore, Jr.
