Donít come in that way, my Dear
Iíve just mopped the floor.
But, Hon, Iím tired, my arms are full,
Itís far to the front door.
Do not set foot in here, Darling,
You know Iím in the shower.
I need peroxide on my cut
Youíve been in there an hour.
From the stove, Dear, back away
Dinnerís a surprise.
Iím starving now, my loving wife
Soon Iíll eat... or die!
Out of that cookie jar, Sweetheart
Youíre getting much to fat.
All the more for you to love
And chipmunk cheeks to pat.
Get out of that recliner, Hon,
You know that itís my chair.
But this oneís soft and warm, my Dear
Couldnít you once just share?
Within the checkbook, do not peek
Your birthdayís coming, Hon.
I need to pay the light bill soon
Before we get a dun.
Too many rules and disciplines,
Donít enter here, nor there.
Stay out of this, away from that
Enter only if you dare.
But Jesus invites us to ďEnterĒ
His presence every day.
He waits with arms wide open
And longs to show the way.
To enter His gates with thanksgiving
Proceed through His courts with praise,
To lift our arms to heaven
And seek His lovely face.
Forget about forbidden doors
Where entering is taboo;
And pursue the Lord of heaven
Heís always open to you.
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