Your Door | Poem

I am knocking on Your Door for I am a slave full of sin.
If this is the right place, then please do let me in.
If You do not welcome me, then who else can I call?
will keep begging on Your Doorstep as my tears continue to fall…
I have lived my life as if I was rich, only to stand in front of You poor.
And I will stand by the truth of what You have said of Your Mercy, to call out once again for You to open up Your Door.


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