The Knock
I sit hearing the knock
The door standing shut and seeing no light
Me refusing to break the lock
Man sitting and stewing in the night.
Jesus waiting beyond the door
His voice calling out to me
Stones beating in my chest
Jesus is winning you see..
I crack the door at his knock
The stones crumbling to sand
Light is flooding my house
Man praying as he planned.
Jesus standing inside the door
My knees buckling to the floor.
Copyright © Chris Breva | Year Posted 2019
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