No Room
Visiting my heart's secret place
Puts a frown on my Lord's face.
Yet, these things I continue to keep,
Because, love longings runs so deep.
Thoughts of knowing I have them
Are not all proper or prim.
Unforgiveness stained from years
While hiding in dark shadows here.
Broken toys loved long-ago,
I still desire to hold and know.
Things treasured have locks and keys,
Where hidden and no one sees.
Then I hear, “These things you adore?
You've no room for Me, The Lord!”
1-1-2011 (c) Kay Hinson
