At the Door

Rev 3:20-21

I heard a knocking at my door

‘Twas early in the day,

But had about me things to do

And went along my way.

I heard a knocking once again

In middle afternoon,

But arms were full and I too tasked,

I’d surely tend to it soon.

Outside my door in sandaled feet

And graven palms, He knocked,

And waited patiently for I

Inside to lift the lock.

But In my busy home I stayed

Tending to my cares,

And filling time with busy chores

And trivial affairs.

Then as He knocked, I heard His voice

A call for me to open,

And as I heard I looked around

At what it was I’d chosen.

'Tis only He who stands and knocks

Who truly fills my cup,

If I but only open up

He’ll enter in to sup.

Outside my Savior stands and waits,

It’s I who choose alone,

If I will let Him in

And He in turn will share His throne.

© Julianne Young 2023

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