The Closed Door

If I were alone

       I would like not to be

       But I might enjoy some quiet 

By the upset, rocking sea.

I would like to have my family

       And a glass of ice-cold tea

       But who I need the most

Already lives inside of me. 

I am never alone

       I have all that I need 

       Jesus is my all  

He has set me free

But if I had to pick one

       just one inanimate thing

       I would pick a guitar

with six metal strings.

I would write endless poems

       As my hands grew calloused more

       And then I would remember

The life I had before.