Little did I know

Jesus little do I know.

I have been walking afraid
seeking the door You stood by knocking
afraid
You walked away
afraid
Your fists must be bleeding
afraid
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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