There was a door, unopened for long,
Vines and creepers grew along;

Closed was the door, from inside,
Neither was a handle on this side.
Stood at the door, the son of God,

Holding a lamp in his hand;
Knocked on it, as he waited
For the one who welcomes him inside.

For it is a door of the human soul,
And free will plays its role,
It can only be opened from within
Even for the Lord who’s waiting.

The creeping darkness from inside
When meets with light outside,
Illuminates the spirituality of the soul;
For Jesus is, “The Light of the World.”