The Door
 
Today I woke without the yoke
That tethered me before
I walked the straight and narrow path
That leads to Your front door.

Along the way the road was rough,
Challenged my forward stance.
Temptation lured from every nook,
Sneered at my unsure glance.

When I grew weak I asked for help
In thought, in prayer, in grief.
And each time felt the burdens lift
Until the shuddering relief

As I took Your yoke upon me,
Light and tailored, every part
And knew I hadn’t journeyed far--
The door was in my heart.