God Knocking
A poem on receiving Grace
God Knocking
I come to these woods week after week after week and hear the tap tap of the woodpecker. I imagine that each peck is God knocking on the door of my heart, sweetly asking to bid him welcome, to let him in so he can quell the raging wake of my aching soul — "But Lord! Let me tidy up the mess I've made." In pity he responds, "My child, the mess is why I've come." "But Lord! You came this time last week, the mess is worse than before!" "My child, this door hides nothing from my all-seeing eyes." In fear I cry, "Then you know what wretch you visit today. Turn away, turn away!" His smiling voice responds, To where shall I go but here? I knew your hearts darkness before I knocked... I am here to stay, here to stay."
This poem was generated by the author’s human mind with zero AI / LLM involvement.



So good.
Some of us will spend our entire lives undoing the lie that God only loves us if we're perfect.
Some of fear we are too messy snd we have messed up too many times..self inspection