“You Choose the Magic Door: Right or Wrong”
As the door opens wide, look inside —
Peace and harmony and quiet miracles hide.
Close it again and the cold, bitter night appears,
Leaving you wondering when warmth will draw near.
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Choose the path of comfort or the one cold as ice;
A gentle heart or hardened one–each has its price.
I choose warm, with a kindling fire lighting my night,
It’s warm glow around me makes everything right.
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For dark, bitter cold makes me shiver in my boots;
I wasn’t raised that way — that wasn’t my roots.
My parents wrapped me in a warm blanket of love,
A gift passed down to them from God above.
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So when I stand where the dark and light meet,
I’ll feel the warmth with my bare, trusting feet.
For I know in that glow, love’s embers will burn,
And in my heart the cold, I’ll never yearn.

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