G O D' S   D O O R   God sometimes shuts the door and shuts us in That He may speak, perchance through grief or pain And softly, heart to heart, above the din May tell some precious thought to us again.   God sometimes shuts the door and keeps us still That so our feverish haste, our deep unrest Beneath His gentle touch may quiet, till He whispers what our weary hearts love best.   God sometimes shuts the door, that while shut in We may commune with HIM, with HIM alone And in the silent calm assurance win That HE would have us for HIS very own.   Article Author known only to God.     BACK TO ARLANZA