The door is closed, yet on my lips
Are clinging words unspoken yet.
The thought to speak the words was there,
And lips had formed their shape, but e'er
The voice and lips the thought had met
The moment vanished; silent stood the air.
Oh Lord, help my thoughts and words to meld
Inseperably with Thy will.
May, when Thy Spirit gives a thought,
That very instant the deed be wrought.
That when life is over I find not still
Thy words unspoken past the doorway brought.
