The door to our Savior By Maraleh He stood at the door softly knocking Waiting for someone to come Yet was there an answer yet coming Who knew from the din and the hum The racket within was tremendous Yet patiently still he awaited Every so often a tapping To see if a meeting was fated His coming was joyously welcome Yet through all the noise was he heard? Who knew that he was there awaiting? His knocking not much answer stirred Oh
listen for him yet to knock Don’t let your noise shut h...
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