The Door [Out of Print]

Behold, Behold, I stand at the door and knock, If any man hear my voice, and will open the door I will come in to him. Do you hear Truth gently knocking, Knocking at your heart’s closed door? What prevents

your hearing, Truth has knocked there oft before. Is it mad ambition swaying, Urging you to place and power? Is it hatred of your brother? Is it unforgiveness’ hour? Is it greed of gold or jewels? Is it pride or

envy’s fire? Cast them out, O quickly, These are not your real desires. These alone have dulled your hearing; Cast them out forevermore. Truth is knocking, ever knocking, Only you can open the door. Open

wide the door, open, Let the Christ, Truth enter in, Bringing sweet surcease from sorrow, From disease, and death, and sin. Behold, Behold, I stand at the door and knock, Behold, Behold, I stand at the door

and knock.