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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

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