"Don't Close The Door" [Module #314] (Matt. 23:13)

The Kingdom-layer was there of course,
In a Redvers-Manor – wild that horse
I rode those days of checking out
What shut-down-town was all about.

But I was in that strange melee
Not knowing what there was to see;
I saw things from ground-level view,
And Kingdom-life I tried to do.

The blockages abounded there;
I had no ken of Kingdom-layer
I was up on – saw only base;
Just tried to comprehend the place.

Had I but known of Kingdom-layer,
I’d have been freed as Kingdom-player
To bid them enter, rise above,
Their blockages to rural love.

And all those ladies in control
Of worldly turf – which took its toll
On all – like those from down east stopped,
And those who western farmyard’s walked.

I kept the faith and ran my race,
But chafing was my inward space;
While I had freedom quite unused
By me, meanwhile was quite abused.

Lord, as this next ’round rears its head
At Baptist Church; may all be led
By You, O Lord, on Kingdom-layer
As servants all – as Kingdom players.

Thanks Lord for this.

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