Can Bob Be Saved (Part IV)

By Larry Fyffe

Both Edgar Allan Poe and Robert Allen Zimmerman know well the verses of the  Holy Bible; therein the word ‘door’ often serves as a figurative entrance separating the physical plane from the spiritual plane.

Without much effort, biblical verses containing the word ‘door’, as translated in the King James version, can be transformed into verses that rhyme.

Thusly, below ~ ‘door’, and ‘before’:

Verily,  verily, I say unto you, I am the door
Of the sheep
All that ever came before
Me are thieves, and robbers
(John 10: 7:8)

Likewise below ~ ‘door’, and ‘four’:

No, not so much as about the door
And He preached the word unto to them
And they came unto Him, bringing one sick of the palsy
Which were borne of four
(Mark 2: 2,3)

Some more transformated Bible verse ~ ‘door’, and ‘for’:

For
A greal door
And effectual
Is opened unto me
(I Corinthians 16: 9)

And further more:

Furthermore
When I came to Troas to preach Christ's gospel
And a door
Was opened unto me of the Lord
(II Corinthians 2:12)

And so on ~ door’, and ‘before’:

Grudge not one against the other, brethren
Lest ye be condemned
Behold, the judge standeth before
The door
(James 5:9)

And so forth ~ ‘door’, and ‘therefore’:

Be zealous therefore
And repent
Behold, I stand at the door
And knock
(Revelations 3: 19, 20)

Again from the Bible transformed:

I know thy works
Behold, I have set before
Thee an open door
And no man can shut it
(Revelations 3: 8)

Above ~  ‘before;’ and ‘door’; and then ~’before’ and ‘door’ in the song lyrics below:

Blowing like she never blowed before
Blowing like she's at my chamber door
(Bob Dylan: Duquesne Whistle)

Now back to the Bible transformed – a  rhyme that’s off a bit ~ ‘doors’, and ‘parlour’:

And behold, he opened not the doors
Of the parlour
Therefore they took a key, and opened them
And behold, their lord was fallen down dead on the earth
(Judges 3: 25)

The rhyme somewhat fixed up by the single ‘door’ in the song lyrics below ~ ‘door’, and ‘parlor’:

I ran right through the front door
Like a hobo sailor does
But it was just a funeral parlor
And the man asked me who I was
(Bob Dylan: 115th Dream)

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