Little did I know

Jesus little do I know.

I have been walking afraid
seeking the door You stood by knocking
You walked away
Your fists must be bleeding
that the cold would not let you stay

little did I know that the knocking
was within
You were calling me home
inviting me with wide stretched open arms
into my own house
showing me around
what a kitchen I have.
I smell the feast that you prepared
I sit at my dining table
candles lit, overflowing cups
I still feel like a guest.
Little did I know the knocking was within
how silly it was
standing begging on my porch
how silly I was
front yard camping
How silly was it
for a temple to seek a church

Jesus, this little I know
You call me home.

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