Behold, I Stand and Knock - A Poem by Martha Snell Nicholson

 

Behold, I Stand and Knock

God pity all abroad tonight!

The sodden moor lies spent

Beneath the fury of the storm;

The angry skies are rent

With ragged flashes. My poor hut,

Too chill and dark and small

To shelter even one lost lamb,

But comes a knock, a call.

"Behold, I stand without and knock.

But open unto Me,

And I will come and sup with you,

And your companion be."

I looked around. There scarce was room

For me, and surely none

For guest (O heart, suppose I had

Denied that Lovely One!)

He entered in. He dwells with me.

I do not heed life's storms;

I need but turn and cling to Him

Who reassures and warms.

And all the rooms of this my heart

Are wide and warm and bright,

A banquet hall where I may sup

With Him, my Lord, my Light!

Martha Snell Nicholson

Revelation 3:20 Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any
man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him,
and will sup with him, and he with me.