Behold I'm standing at your door, and I am knocking
But you reach up to remote your old Sylvania
Sit back and act like nothing ever strains ya
But I keep knocking, and you keep ignoring Me
And I wonder if you're ever gonna answer
When your life, your wife is riddled now with cancer
But you reach up to remote your old Sylvania
Sit back and act like nothing ever strains ya
But I keep knocking, and you keep ignoring Me
And I wonder if you're ever gonna answer
When your life, your wife is riddled now with cancer
But I'm not a traveling salesman, no I'm not the Kirby man
I'm not here to fix your cable, and I don't work for Uncle Sam
I'm not a Jehovah's Witness, or Mormon missionary
I'm not here to ask if you're able, could you help Me please
I came because My Father sent Me
I came because you need Me
And I'm still waiting patiently
Though many times I've knoocked upon your door
As a child, a wild teenager, a young sailor
But you weren't listening, and time is fleeting
You've lived your life according to your own will
It's been a life of heartbreak, mistakes and constant ills
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Now there's no sin so great that I cannot forgive
No sinner who cannot look to Me and live
No brokenness that I cannot heal
No emptiness that I cannot feel
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Behold I'm standing at your door, and I am knocking
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