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A KNOCK
by
Grant Thorpe
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| At the back door, a knock. |
| It's a bad day |
| And all the debris of a lifetime |
| Is pressing for attention. |
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| The Visitor says |
| He knows the way, |
| Can take me to his Father, God, |
| And says: 'You are forgiven!' |
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| I can't believe my ears, |
| But then, I see he's suffered |
| And he says it was for me, |
| And in his eyes is all eternity. |
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| I say, 'This place is yours. |
| It’s been yours all along.' |
| And all the debris is alive with hope |
| Illumined by the Father's love. |
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| So gently comes new life to me. |
| And came, it did, to all the world. |
| And though it seemed a back door knock |
| It was our God, and is. |
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| © Grant Thorpe, Christmas
2000 |
