Sitting here at the door, knocking, day after day. Asking, seeking, knocking. I know the promised fulfillment is mine.
He said, seek my face. My face, Lord, will I seek. Continually will I cling to you. Do not hide your face from me, nor turn your servant away in anger.
There is one door, Jesus Christ, and one source, His Spirit. Continually will I seek you, gladly do I come into your courts again, and again, weeping, begging, pleading with you.
Your promise is secure, your word is sure. You said, I would see you, God. You said, I would be satisfied in my hunger and thirst for righteousness. You said I would I would inherit the Earth. I would be comforted. The Kingdom is mine, and, as I am not seen, overlooked, ignored, and bypassed, deliberately, because of the direct choice I have made, my reward is great in heaven.
Your Word and Spirit alone guide me. Although I seek for companions, most often, there are none. Of the few that come around at times, fewer have stayed. Yet, this one thing I do, I press on. I continue at the gate. For, I will see you. In my flesh, I will see God.