Because of human nature, you can only be on one side of the door at any given time. You can’t be on both sides of the door at once.
When you choose to enter this side of the door, you have to leave that side. And when you want to go back to that side, you have to leave this side. You can’t be on both sides at once.
The thing is though, you are who you are, as shaped by those who’d been part of your life. And so when you’ve lived on both sides of the door for a while, each time you move to one of the sides, you carry with you a little bit from the other side that has become a part of you. You carry that little bit with you across to the other side of the door. And yet, that little bit – even though it has become a part of you – doesn’t really belong on that other side. And so, that little bit of you becomes something that’s foreign in that other side. And the more ‘little bits’ from one side you carry across with you, the more ‘foreign’ you’d appear to those on the other side.
The thing is, unless the person on one side of the door has been to the other side of the door with you, they’ll never be able to understand what it feels to be ‘foreign’ in a world that’s supposed to be your own… And that, isn’t something words can always express…
And so, most of the times, all those feelings you can’t express, is just something that you have to keep between you and God. Because others, will never understand…
Jesus is all the world to me, my life, my joy, my all;
He is my strength from day to day, without Him I would fall,
When I am sad, to Him I go, no other one can cheer me so;
When I am sad, He makes me glad, He’s my Friend.
Jesus is all the world to me, my Friend in trial’s sore;
I go to Him for blessings, and He gives them over and o’er.
He sends the sunshine and the rain. He sends the harvest’s golden grain;
Sunshine and rain, harvest of grain, He’s my Friend.
Jesus is all the world to me, and true to Him I’ll be;
O how could I this Friend deny, when He’s so true to me?
Following Him I know I’m right, He watches o’er me day and night;
Following Him, by day and night, He’s my Friend.
Jesus is all the world to me, I want no better Friend;
I trust Him now, I’ll trust Him when life’s fleeting days shall end.
Beautiful life with such a Friend, beautiful life that has no end;
Eternal life, eternal joy, He’s my Friend.
Words & music by Will L Thompson, 1847-1909.
As found on cyberhymnal.org.
