I turn on the lights there's a knock at the door.
I proceed to the door to look through the peephole.
It's 4 am in the morning, and I am not home. How does
this person know that no one is home. I've worked so hard
not to answer the door. I am reluctant to look through the peephole.
But I look and I see someone that I think I know.
I see someone I hope to know.
I see someone I should know.
I see someone I would like to know.
I see someone maybe, I've seen before
But again, how does this person know that I am not home.
I am not home, the store is closed
I 'm alone, I am gone, it's been very long
I will not open the door, I just can't trust what I do not know.
But I'm getting better though, because this time I made it to the door and I
even looked through the peephole.
Next time I will trust in the Lord, I will open the door.