RAHirt Brooker April 2007
Too much noise
Too much chaos
Too much work
To hear the knock upon my door
The children need fed
The yard needs mowed
The bills need paid
Someone else get the door
The TV is on
The music is too loud
The dance must go on
The door will have to wait
My mind is too noisy
My flesh is too weak
My heart is too empty
Are you still at my door?
I give you the pain
I empty the chaos
I drop my need for gain
At Your feet my Lord
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