Knock Knock
Knock Knock
I hear this as the days abide
At a time
I was very good
at just locking the door
Even ignoring the mail
that was left on the floor
Knock Knock
It would always continue
no matter at home
or at the venue
There was no escape
So my mind was piled up
As leaves being raked
I thought why
Not just see who’s there
At this time
Life began to seem clear
And Drifting away was fear
??Hebrews? ?3:7?-?8? ?KJVAAE??
[7] Wherefore as the Holy Ghost saith, Today if ye will hear his voice, [8] harden not your hearts, as in the provocation, in the day of temptation in the wilderness:
Copyright © Stephan McBride | Year Posted 2010
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