Behold, I Stand at the Door

Dear Christ, I heard thee knocking,As with sorrow and pain I strove;I knew that thou wert waiting,With outstretched hand of love.

I heard thy clear voice whisper,Child, open the door to me,I will bring thee joy and healingWhen I enter to sup with thee.

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