The Kirby Song
Behold I�m standing at your door, and I am knocking
But you reach up to remote your old Sylvania
Sit back and act like nothing ever strains ya
But I keep knocking, and you keep ignoring Me
And I wonder if you�re ever gonna answer
When your life, your wife is riddled now with cancer
But I�m not a traveling salesman, no I�m not the Kirby man
I�m not here to fix your cable, and I don�t work for Uncle Sam
I�m not a Jehovah�s witness, or Mormon missionary
I�m not here to ask if you�re able, could you help me please
I came because My Father sent Me
I came because you need Me
And I�m still waiting patiently
Though many times I�ve knocked upon your door
As a child, a wild teenager, a young sailor
But you weren�t listening, and time is fleeting
You�ve lived your life according to your own will
It�s been a life of heartbreak, mistakes and constant ills
CHORUS
Now there�s no sin so great that I cannot forgive
No sinner who cannot look to Me and live
No brokenness that I cannot heal
No emptiness that I cannot feel
CHORUS
Behold I�m standing at your door, and I am knocking
