Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich - yes, richer than a king -
And admirably schooled in every grace;
In fine we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.
So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.
-- Edwin Arlington Robinson
Richard Cory seemed to have it all. But apparently, something was missing. He needed something to pull him through life and make it out on the other end feeling alive. But He couldn't find it.
- Revelations 3:20
"Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him, and he with me."
He's found you. You know where He is. So open the door! He'll pull you through the hard times.
- Zecharaiah 4:6
"...not by might or by strenght, but my spirit, declares the Lord Almighty"
Here the Lord was speaking to Zerubbabel about the work that was set before him that was too much for him to handle on his own. The Lord offers His love, strength, mercy, and grace. Can you open your door?