The Front Door

Wading through the puddles, barely seeing through the mist that builds on my glasses
My boy rings out his mow hawk, my girl drags her heavy wet dress
What was fun at first, seems no longer a joy
I say a prayer for each family that opened their doors....and even one for those who did not
They say it is worth it, but I just am not sure
Sometimes we are hopeful in daily life as well
Knocking on doors, waiting and wondering, will God answer
Where will tht door lead
Sometimes it is fun
Joy-filled and exciting
Sometimes it looses it's appeal
Wading through the puddles, barely seeing through the mist that builds on my glasses