A Knock On My Door

As I began to snore I heard a knock, knock, knocking on my door, But, then I thought was it really a knock Or was it just a crock. Then I heard that knock, knock once again Did I really want to let whoever it was in, Because, it was really late For the morning couldn't they just wait. I wasn't feeling happy or good My house wasn't in a good neighborhood, And like me it was always a mess A clean person I am not I do confess. I heard that knocking once more Coming again at my front door, "Who is it! ", I shouted as I proclaimed Currently of my living conditions I am ashamed. Then knock, knock, knocking a third time Then I thought of robbery or murder or a crime, I was then truly worried and scared My thoughts were now worried and impaired. I didn't want any visitors to come here Many times I just wished to be gone or disappear, I really didn't want no visitors to judge and stare As I have prayed and said in prayer. Then my front door I decided to open wide Whoever it was I would allow them inside, And there the stranger did stand There he stood with a smile and an outreached hand. No more excuses could I give On my life or where or how I live, Or about the clothes that I am wearing At me and not at my home he was smiling and staring. It was God and not a stranger or an ex spouse He then said, "I am not ashamed to come to your house", "I want you to always shine" "So! " God said, "why are you ashamed to come to mine". Randy L. McClave