Knock, Knock, Knocking
Knock, knock, knocking at my door,
I think He's been here times before
Repetive, is that insistent tap,
not quite as hard as a full blown rap
Go away, I want to scream and yell,
can't you see that, this is hell
Knock, knock, knocking at my door,
I learned fast enough, to ignore
Pushed it, to the back of my mind,
left that insistent noise behind
I Did what I wanted, did what I could,
we don't always do what we should
Knock, knock, knocking at my door,
I'm not taking it any more
How very long the doors been shut?
It's nagging at me, I now know what
There's always room for justification,
when you give Him a invitation
No more knocking at my door,
He came back, once more, to restore
Copyright © Karla Null | Year Posted 2009
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