Behold! a Stranger at the door; He gently knocks, has knocked before; Has waited long, is waiting still; You treat no other friend so ill. Oh, lovely attitude! He stands With melting heart and laden hands; Oh, matchless kindness! and He shows This matchless kindness to His foes. But will He prove a friend indeed? He will, the very friend you need -- The Friend of sinners; yes, 'tis He, With garments dyed on Calvary. Rise, touched with gratitude divine; Turn out His enemy and thine, That soul-destroying monster, sin, And let the heavenly Stranger in. Admit Him ere His anger burn; His feet, departed, ne'er return; Admit Him, or the hour's at hand When at His door denied you'll stand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GARDEN YEAR by SARA COLERIDGE THE CAPTIVE LION by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE SEEDLING by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE BOYS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE LITTLE GHOST by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE GOUTY MERCHANT AND THE STRANGER by HORACE SMITH TO THE DAISY (3) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |