Chris Breva Poet Sonnet

The Knock

I sit hearing the knock
The door standing shut and seeing no light
Me refusing to break the lock
Man sitting and stewing in the night.

Jesus waiting beyond the door
His voice calling out to me
Stones beating in my chest
Jesus is winning you see..

I crack the door at his knock
The stones crumbling to sand
Light is flooding my house
Man praying as he planned.

Jesus standing inside the door
My knees buckling to the floor.

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Darlene De Beaulieu September 30, 2019 at 5:44 PM Hello Chris Breva, that was some dream. Did you see him clearly? Have a nice evening my friend. Darlene De Beaulieu October 4, 2019 at 2:04 PM Hello Chris Breve, that is a good prompt, to make into a poem. Have a nice day my friend. Chris Breva October 1, 2019 at 6:38 AM No. This was a prompt on another site. It won first place there.

Caren Krutsinger September 26, 2019 at 4:46 AM I think many Christians have had the same dream. I know I have. Chris Breva September 26, 2019 at 4:56 AM I wrote that for a contest on another site. It won first o=place so I entered it here too. Glad you're saved.

Chris Breva September 24, 2019 at 12:43 AM Thank you everyhbody