I am a Door

I am here, I live, I breathe.

Why am I here?

God put me here.

God always has a reason.

So why am I here?

What will my life do?

How can I serve my God?

What does he want of me?

Where will I go?

What can I do that will please him?

What could possibly be worth the time of my savior?

How can I serve him?

Nothing I do is enough.

I will never be enough.

So why am I even here?

What will I do?

God doesn't need enough.

He just needs someone.

Someone willing to move,

Willing to be a door.

I want to be a door for him.

I want the world to see him,

Through me.

I want to be the door for his love.

God, make me a door.

This is why I am here.

This is my purpose.

To be your love.