Who Is It -Whose Is It---
Who is it, come unto me Jesus
Father there’s a knocking at my door
Who is it?
Appearing I spy through the peep-hole
Who is it?
There’s a man standing there
He’s whispering “May I come in and sup with you”
With stretch forth our arms and hands
He’s a vision He tells me
That
He loves me
He tells me that He loves me
He tells me that he died and rose again
And I believe in Him
As I answer the call
I open up the door and I answered the phone
Come on in Lord and sup with me
Hallelujah
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
1/7/23
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2023
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