Standing in a field was a wrought iron gate, leading no where.
What secret behind it, what mystery was the abide?
Many tried to enter it, an unpure heart wouldn’t let them share.
Behind this mystery gate, what land did the padlocks hide?

A strongman tried to break the chains, his effort in vain.
His mind was one filled of deceit.
> From the bad habits, he couldn’t refrain
He left the gate for another to meet.

A thief brought with her many a tool to enter.
Her downfall was her greed, the gate was unpenetratable.
Her despicable life of crime was her volcanic center.
She left knowing to stay, she would be a fool.

A little lady tried to enter the gate.
She knew the Father in her new church, attending.
Still was waiting to bath in the Baptismal waters, bad fate.
The gates padlocks wouldn’t open, Grace defending.

A little child so innocent and sweet, a purity’s fill.
He saw the wrought iron gate in the field.
Touching the chains and padlocks, they unshackled to reveal,
The land of mystery was eternity’s profitable yield.

Standing in a field was a wrought iron gate, leading no where.
What secret behind it, what mystery was the abide?
Many tried to enter it, an unpure heart wouldn’t let them share.
Behind this mystery gate, what land did the padlocks hide?

Dorothy E. Scott poetry99@txol.net
Copyrighted 2001
Changing Winds Of Brendaw

Dorothy Scott – My name is Poet Dorothy E. Scott I have been writing since five years old. I have a deep love for the Lord. He’s been my copilot for a long while. I am a compassionate poet. I write poetry for all who need it. I currently have 52 books in seven years. I am a sick poet but know God is there and faith. Some of my work is used at an online magazine “Chrysalis.” I have my own poetry corner in a magazine Almshouse Newsmagazine. I will soon be featured on www.edevo.com  as a poet too.  Poetry is a gift from God and for God. God Bless You!  Poet Dorothy