My Knocking Door
The world lured me in with playful lust
Only to hurt and betray my trust
Before I knew the great consequence of sin
The door was open; the enemy was in.
The cruelty of my tormentor knew no bounds
My mind became his personal playgrounds
Not a moment of rest; each act one of shame
Never was there an instant without pain
But even though I did not understand the Salvation You bare
Through the darkness, You were still there
Slowly, surely, I answered Your gentle knock
I let You in; and You tended Your flock
God alone saved me from fate
He first showed me His kind face
So gradually I learned His ways
And ever since then my heart earnestly prays:
My daily prayer. My only request
Change my heart for the best
Make me Yours forever more
And never stop knocking at my door
I hope you enjoyed reading My Knocking Door. This poem means a lot to me. I wrote it when I was 19 years old, in a time when I could look back on my life and truly see how God had rescued me from depression. I gave my life to the Lord years before, but this was the moment I committed to Him. I opened my heart to Him and I never regretted it.
God is so good. Since I wrote this poem, He has helped me through hard times and blessed me with happy times. God will never leave me. I am so grateful to be a Christian and have a relationship with Jesus.
My daily prayer hasn't changed, but my heart has, opening me up from my shyness and giving me purpose. I will always be God's and I'll always run to open the door when He knocks.
