Strange Man.

A man awaiteth by the door, He is knocking gently and softly, Knocking gently at a broken heart, Knocking softly at a wounded mind. A man is knocking, Why make your heart hardened? A man bleeding by the side, Bearing a crown of thorn, He waiteth by the door of your heart. He is waiting to be embraced, So in him you can find life, He is waiting, Patiently for the door of your heart to open. Why conflict? Why conflict with life? Why make him wait? Over your soul that's rightfully his, Why not make peace? So even you can be at peace. Why choose, When you can have it all? Why choose iniquity over sanctification? And death over the bread of life?.