First, the door,
a welcome in.

Set it down, the bag of rocks you carry,
empty out your pockets full of grief.

Sit and lean toward the warming fire,
soothe your ever aching back and feet.

Before you were born I saw you.
Before you were formed I knew exactly what you need.

Here is love.
Forgiveness in a bath for you.
Wash in my salvation.
Wrap a towel of pardon
around your weary soul.

This is my body, the bread that feeds.
This is my blood, the drink you seek.
Be filled at the never-ending feast.
Do this in remembrance of me.
Here is love.

The key in a door apart,
turns and opens,
now a part.

I knock on your door,
I AM also the door.
I AM the bridegroom who heals your heart.

Virginia Hughes

Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him, and he with me. Rev. 3:20 ESV