Behold I stand at the door and knock
The door was closed firm, and the way was blocked.
It would not open, even though I'd knocked.
So I stood outside, unnoticed by you.
My arms opened wide. I love you, I do.
And where is this door that's shut up so tight?
It's your cold heart that keeps out my light.
And Who is the One that's standing outside?
Your Lord Jesus Christ, for you I have died.
Will you open the door and let Me come in?
For I laid down My life to pay for your sin
You are the reason that I bled and died
and I'll keep knocking, until you open wide.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person, and they with me.
Comments about this poem (Behold I stand at the door and knock by Royston Allen )
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