Hinges

Your love is an open door

The wind is weary,

But You’re still waiting for me beyond these hinges

Your love is abundant, so much more

Than what I’ve dared to ask You for

I’ve been worn down to nothing

Sanded and chipped beyond repair

I’m weathered and weary

Locked and loaded by the hands of time

I’m a shallow shell of a hollow vessel

Obliterated in plain sight

Black onyx covers my bright interior

But You’re still waiting for me beyond these hinges