Classic Poem

“I am the door,” come in, come in,
And leave without thy load of sin;
The night is dark, the storm is wild,
Oh, venture in, thou stranger child,
Oh, venture in, thou stranger child.
“I am the door,” come, gently knock,
And I will loose the heavy lock,
That guards my Father's precious fold;
Come in from darkness and from cold,
Come in from darkness and from cold.
“I am the door,” no longer roam,
Here are thy treasures, here thy home;
I purchased them for thee and thine,
And paid the price in blood divine,
And paid the price in blood divine.
“I am the door,” my Father waits
To make thee heir of rich estates;
Come, dwell with him and dwell with me,
And thou my Father's child shall be,
And thou my Father's child shall be.