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There came a knock upon my door one Sunday afternoon.
There were toys and papers scattered
all about the floor,
I answered and there stood a Man who looked so very sad.
He was asking for
some food and reaching out His hand.
I opened up the door there was dirt upon His feet,
But I took
Him in the kitchen and I fixed Him food to eat.
He ate like He was starving and He looked so very
beat.
I asked Him where He came from and He looked at me so sweet.
He said to me, "My little
child, I am thankful for this day,
For I couldn't find a person to treat me in this way.
I knocked
at all the houses, up and down the street;
They looked out of their windows as they spied my dirty
feet.
They didn't want Me tracking on their carpets oh so neat;
So I just kept on searching for
a house where I could eat."
My feet are just a symbol of that day I died.
My tears fell
down so sadly as my blood flowed from My side.
My feet caught all the sweat and tears that dripped
down from my face
As I hung there and I died there on that cross they made Me take.
The people
turned away from me on that lowly day.
They still won't open up their door and let me come and stay;
So if you hear Him knocking with His feet so stained and gray,
Just remember that He died for us on
that lowly day!
Diane Huggins
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Welcome to Church World. This site was made by Betty Smith. This is our home Church Of Christ
in Langeloth Pa.
Betty is a dear friend and sister in Christ
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Lyrics for the Song
Behold Me
Behold me standing at the door,
And hear me pleading
evermore,
With gentle voice; oh heart of sin,
May I come in? May I come in?
Behold Me standing
at the door
And hear me pleading evermore,
Say, weary heart, oppressed with sin,
May I come
in? May I come in ?
I bore the cruel thorns for thee
I waited long and patiently,
Say,
weary heart, oppressed with sin,
May I come in? May I come in?
I would not plea with thee in
vain;
Remember all My grief and pain;
I died to ransom thee from sin:
May I come in? May I come
in?
I bring thee joy from heav'n above,
I bring thee pardon, peace and love:
Say, weary
heart, oppressed with sin,
May I come in? May I come in?
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