The first one walks through the door.
A child in rags
cold, hungry, and worn;
lost in a world too big on her own.
This place is warm;
the only door that's ever open.
Lighting a candle to read the Book,
reading the stories of something so wonderful,
learning the greatness of the Lord.

Another walks through the door
after loosing a loved one not long ago.
Drenched in melting snow
and shaking from sorrow and cold;
a life without him seems impossible.
Alone in this place
in this world forever.
Memories; a flood as they run down her cheek,
Asking the Lord why he had to leave.

The last walks through the door
drunk and stumbling,
his life the bottle.
Wanting to change
but lost on how,
sitting down with head bowed.
Been so long since this.

Three candles were lit that night
letting the Lord guide their lives.