When Jesus Knocks

In the middle of my rush
there comes a knocking at my door,
a knock full of love and grace
an invitation to explore.

With great gentleness and care
Jesus seeks to share my days,
to bring refuge and fresh hope;
instead, I just lightly graze.

I try hard to clean the mess
removing stains, pride and lust,
left in shadows by my strain;
not in His forgiveness - trust.

To impression's curse I slave
instead of embracing grace,
I leave it waiting at the door
while I put makeup on my face.

He desires to eat with me
so, I can know His true goodness,
sharing my pain and brokenness,
giving life in all its fullness...

Open the door to intimacy
a connection without end,
enjoy the delight of His favor;
resting with the greatest friend.