Knock, Knock 9-1-21

There was a knock on the old door,

but knew not who that knock was for.

That steady knock was very hard

so it, I could not disregard.

The knocking was so persistent

but I was very resistant.

I placed my ear against the door

and voice I heard, could not ignore.

I opened slow as hinges creaked.

and through the opening I peeked.

I knew straightway of all my sin,

I humbly bowed and let Him in.

Joy overflowed my cup's dry rim

when I gave all my life to Him.

He knocked on my heart's door because

my doorbell's broke.  It doesn't buzz.

Yes, Christ loves you and me, He does.

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