When God Closes Doors

When God shuts doors and draws the blinds,

And leaves you in the hush behind,

You strain to see the road ahead,

But find no path where once it led.

The handle turns, but will not yield,

The echoes fall on silence sealed.

You knock, you plead, you bow and pray,

Yet heaven’s answer seems delay.

But in that pause, a whisper grows,

A grace beneath the pain you know.

For what you thought your heart required

Was less than what His love desired.

He closes doors not out of spite,

But to protect you with His might.

To steer you from a lesser plan,

And shape you by His sovereign hand.

A closed door is a sacred wall

That guards you from a deeper fall.

A gate not to confinement cast,

But to the better that shall last.

So wait, and trust His unseen art,

Though shadows gather in your heart.

He writes in silence, paints in pause,

Each no a gift with holy cause.

For one day, when you glance behind,

And trace the paths He redesigned,

You’ll bless the doors that stayed unmoved,

And praise the ways His love approved.