ONE MORE DOOR
Trudging along turning blue with the cold,
No doors opening so the truth could be told,
Disheartened and cold, feeling so very blue,
Was this what the Lord wanted them to do?

The rain came in torrents, soaked them to the skin,
Only one more door, they may just let us in,
A bold knock they gave, though their hearts were sad,
The door opened, they were let in, hearts now glad.

Two soaking wet missionaries no longer felt cold,
A chance came for the great truth to be told,
Now hearts were rejoicing, they went on their way
To return again to teach truth and how to pray.

The family joined the church, the truth was found,
Reared a happy family, now are heavenward bound,
A son and a daughter have served missions too,
Mom and dad when retired saw a mission through.

I know this tale is true, for I opened the door,
Watched them drip all over my clean floor,
Now over forty years later Im so glad they came,
Glad they knocked at one more door in the rain.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson June 13, 2002