Krista Kahsen is a young photographer, church pianist, and hometown missionary in Michigan. She is currently studying English through CollegePlus and enjoys being a camp counselor when she gets the chance. Check out her blog and like her photography page below:
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Sunday, January 3, 2016
Saturday, January 2, 2016
22)"Redemption Knocked" Krista Kahsen
Redemption knocked
At my door
It was a normal night -
and nothing more
Throughout that day
I washed and cleaned
scrubbed and swept
My Inn - From top to bottom
Preparing for
The native travelers
Who worn and tired
Needed a place to lay
Redemption knocked
At my door
It was a normal night -
and nothing more
One by one
I welcomed each guest
Offered them water
And a key to their room
Pristine and perfect
Were each of their spaces
Lain with clean linens
And bowls - To wash their faces
Redemption knocked
At my door
It was a normal night -
and nothing more
Retired to my bed
At half-past ten
I contented myself
With the work I had done
Each guest now lies
Quite comfortably still
In the beds and the places
That I crafted for them
Redemption knocked
At my door
It was a normal night -
and nothing more
Knocked.
Knock.
Knocking.
That persistent knock- who could it be?
The rooms are filled
The door has been shut
I cannot possibly take another
From out of my slumber
I walk to the door
To open and behold
A young couple - Standing there
Redemption knocked
At my door
It was a normal night -
and nothing more
Asking for a corner
Maybe a crumble too
Of my possessions to share
I shook my head -
And said I had nothing
The man pleaded and begged
Telling of the child
That was nearly due
“I don’t have room” -
Was all I could say
Redemption knocked
At my door
It was a normal night -
and nothing more
I thought for a moment
Of the bed where I sleep
Surely I could give up
One night for these travelers
But no!
I hadn’t washed my linens
Nor swept my floors -
I hadn’t dusted the corners
Or patched the lingering holes
Redemption knocked
At my door
It was a normal night -
and nothing more
I mustn’t let them in.
I mustn’t let them see.
Me behind -
My generosity
So turning they went
Away from my Door
To settle in the Stable
On the straw-strewn floor
Redemption knocked
At my door
It was a normal night -
and nothing more
Krista
Kahsen is a young photographer, church pianist, and hometown missionary in
Michigan. She is currently studying English through CollegePlus and enjoys
being a camp counselor when she gets the chance. Check out her blog and like
her photography page below:
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