Jesus kept knocking at the door of my heart.

He whispered, softly, "Please, let me come in."

So, I opened it wide and let Him inside.

Now, I've found such a true, loving, friend.

I was shaking as I walked to the alter;

Teardrops falling, like rain, down my face.

I dropped down on my knees and felt so at ease

As I thanked Him for His wonderful grace.

I said, "Lord, I know I'm not worthy

Of the grace and forgiveness you've shown

And, when You died for me upon that cruel wooden tree,

That was the greatest love I've ever known.

So, when He knocks at the door of your heart,

I hope you'll listen and let Him come in

Because you can search this whole world over

And never find such a love without end.

"I am the door; by me if any man

enter in he shall be saved,

And shall go in and out, and find pasture."
(John: 10:9)

© 2007 by Vickie Lambdin

Poetry by Vickie Lambdin Treasured Thoughts Vickie is a Heavenly Inspirations Author. This poem may be used in its entirety, with credits in tact, for non-profit ministering purposes.