Written by Adam M. Snow
In your doorway, I come knocking,
let not your worries be flocking.
I know your troubles, oh heavy-hearted.
I know when you're misery started.
Ev'ry day you feel it grow,
on the brink, such great low.
Still I wait, patiently,
till you answer the door for Me.
Don't you fret now My child,
let not your heart beguiled.
I have come to give you rest,
if you allow Me to be your guest.
In your doorway I stand before,
knocking, knocking at your door.
I'll wait here, patiently waiting,
lest not your sorrow abating.
Your door is locked,
yet still I knock
knock, knocking at your door;
still My child, you ignore.
I won't leave you,
nor forsake you,
during your raging war;
here am I at your door.
Are you willing, truly willing,
lest not My love fulfilling?
Open your door so I may come in
and I'll wash clean your ev'ry sin.
Knock, knocking. My love is true,
I am waiting in the doorway for you.