They donít understand who you are and what youíve come to share.
You knock on their heartís door time after time.
All they have to do is step out, confess, and shine.
But I know you can make them clean from within.
You show a love that no one or nothing can compare.
Itís a love that Iím willing to die for to share.
You sent your son to die, so that I may show others your love.
I get made fun of and talked about because of you.
But Iím proud to be in your selected few.
Because I was once lost and separated from God like you.
Confess and put your sins on the cross.
Stand up and fight for love, so it may not be lost.
Itís Jesus knocking on your chamberís door.
Maybe Iíll give you a hug in Heaven someday.
Who cares what others say, anyway.....