He stands at the door and knocks.
He waits for me.
Just open your heart to receive.
Oh God, the moment I first believed.
I came with rags, filthy and tattered.
Here I was broken, bruised, and battered.
Listening to the devil’s flattering speech.
Little did I realize he was just a leech.
I found myself drained, stuck on the floor.
Until I surrendered and wanted for more.
The strength to get up was not of my own.
But it came from the heavens, right there on God’s throne.
The angels rejoice as I open the door, shouting real loudly cheering for you and the Lord.
Inspired by God’s Word pricked in my heart.
