Open the door dare not leave it shut
For power awaits, do answer Thy touch.
Strength it has left many a limbs
Workings of flesh and strivings of men.

Open the door to that I desire
The Giver of gifts is knocking this hour.
Die to thy mind and all that you’ve known
There is a way My Spirit bestows.

Ride on My wings as eagles in flight
Soar far above thy natural sight.
As Eagles do catch under their wings
The wind’s thermal flow that gives them great ease.

Open the door fear not my high ways
For all that’s to come requires long days
Empty you’ll need to keep in Thy step
Able to see the enemy’s net.

Open you must for time is at hand
Games are long gone, come take the land.
Into agreement with Me is a must
Open the door for Thy final thrust.

Shelly Wilson, 2/27/2015