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Close that Door

Sin always knocks on that door. Keep it shut through the Word of God and through Praise. Lyrics: It never fixed me. It just kept me busy. Round and around… I’m done. Close that door. Clack. Lock it. Sin talk sweet but it’s toxic. Roundabout lies, I’m boxed in, Jesus cut through that logic. Close that door. No deal. Every fake high, no heal. Tried my way, lost feel, Christ got me off that wheel. Close that door. Clack. Lock it. Sin talk sweet but it’s toxic. Roundabout lies, I’m boxed in, Jesus cut through that logic. Close that door. No deal. Every fake high, no heal. Tried my way, lost feel, Christ got me off that wheel. Sin sell peace like a payday loan, Interest high, now I’m further from home. Say “just one more,” then it tighten the rope, Mind in a cage, still call it hope. Problems louder when I feed the beast, Starve the Word, yeah the noise increase. Tunnel vision, promises fade, Truth on mute while the lie get played. I leaned on me, yeah I swerved the lane, Thought I was drivin’, but I curved in pain. Every exit lookin’ the same, Circles don’t break till I speak His name. Not my mind. Not my map. Trust in Him. Straighten paths. Not my mind. Not my map. Trust in Him. Straighten paths. Close that door. Clack. Lock it. Sin talk sweet but it’s toxic. Roundabout lies, I’m boxed in, Jesus cut through that logic. Close that door. No deal. Every fake high, no heal. Tried my way, lost feel, Christ got me off that wheel. Roundabout faith when I pick and choose, Say “I trust God” but I hold the fuse. Half surrender, partial truth, Still surprised when I blow the roof. Sin don’t rest, it occupy space, Keeps my eyes off mercy and grace. Promise relief, deliver delay, Drain my strength, steal my day. Jesus speak plain, no double talk, “Follow Me” ain’t a casual walk. Drop your pride, drop the wheel, Only straight roads are the ones I build? Trust in the Lord with all your heart, Don’t lean on the mind that tore you apart. In all your ways acknowledge Him, He make straight paths, no circlin’. Close that door. Slam shut. No more lies dressed up as luck. Crooked roads get cut straight up, Jesus Christ said “That’s enough.” I didn’t need another lap. I needed a Savior. 🎵 Original Song by SevenTimesRefined 🛠️ Created using AI assistance 📅 Date of Creation: 2, 14, 2026 📜 Copyright © 2026, SevenTimesRefined. All rights reserved. Lyrics generated with AI assistance and creatively directed by SevenTimesRefined. This work reflects original human authorship through prompt design, selection, and editing. Copyright © 2026, SevenTimesRefined. All rights reserved.