THE DOORBELL |
Puttering around in the kitchen Flour on the floor What do I hear? The doorbell is ringing Yes, someone's at the door OK, I'm coming - Knock, knock I can't believe it, my head is reeling I'm in a state of shock! Standing there at my door Is an unexpected guest Dressed in a gown of purest white A loving smile upon His face Am I ready to meet this guest? Just look at the messy me! I haven't cleaned my house today, As looking, He can see. Well, do I invite Him in, Or just let Him stand outside? He didn't come to see my house, But He came to share my life. |
He already knew about my house - Vacuuming, dusting, laundry and such But that's not why He's here. Go ahead, invite Him in For, to Him, I'm a special dear. I'll share with Him the best I have. Coffee and fresh pie? No, I'll share with Him what's in my heart-- My laughter, my tears and sighs. I'll thank Him for all those blessings More gifts than I can count. I'll share with Him my deepest feelings, What my life is all about. He has come to take me with Him. Am I ready on this day? Can I leave my house like this, And let the others stay? |
This was only a dream I had And yet, as my eyes opened, It made me wonder-- What's more important? Is He a friend or just a token? What would you do if your doorbell rang And Jesus was standing there? Would you be happy? Would you be worried? Or are you all prepared? What about tomorrow, If you have a special date? How will you be waiting? For, you know, He won't be late! Mbs - 1992 |