Beyond the Cluttered Room
Lord, I am not a good housekeeper.
Please allow me a little more time
to sweep away all the cobwebs
before it's quitting time.
The Lord did just that.
He gave me 20 years more.
But when I turned age 40,
I realized I needed more.
The Lord smiled at me,
His knowing smile, as I swept.
He asked me:
"You need more time?"
"Another 20 years I bet."
When I became age 60,
I was too ashamed
to ask God for anymore time.
He understood my pain.
But, He gave me 20 years more
to spend on work and worry,
and He never closed His door
even when I was in a flurry.
At 90 years I knew
more time never could be.
Then, the Lord became my Savior.
With His love, He set me free.
Too old to rise from my armchair
to climb those distant stairs,
He touched me with His strength;
His mercy lifted me there.
In the warmth of His presence,
the Lord took away my gloom;
and I walked into His light
beyond my cluttered room.
Janet Marie Bingham
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