A knock upon my door <br /> <br />There came a knock upon my door, <br />Through the still and late of night, <br />The sound awakes me from my sleep, <br />And fills my heart with fright. <br /> <br />It is not wind and not a dream, <br />For many times before, <br />Always in the dark of night, <br />Comes a knock upon my door. <br /> <br />Is it you Lord that knocks upon, <br />My door and quietly stands? <br />Or some poor soul, out in the cold, <br />Who needs a helping hand. <br /> <br />I stand before the door now, <br />My heart still full of fright, <br />Who is it at my door, <br />Who comes this time of night? <br /> <br />I hesitate to answer, yet, <br />For fear what evil I may see, <br />But fear I must surpress this night, <br />For Lord it may be thee. <br /> <br />By <br />Richard Netherland Cook<br /><br />Richard Netherland Cook<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-knock-upon-my-door/
