After countless journeys, feeling worn and torn, Knocking on doors, feeling lost and forlorn. Each rejection felt like a heavy weight, But I kept pushing on, refusing to abate. Then I found a door, slightly ajar, Inviting me in, shining like a star.
Inside I found Jesus, arms open wide, Offering love and comfort, no need to hide. Then I found a door, slightly ajar, Inviting me in, shining like a star.
So remember, dear friend, when doors close tight, Keep seeking, keep knocking, keep up the fight. For behind each closed door, a new opportunity, A chance for growth, for love, for unity.
