Listen.

He waits on my doorstep after he rings the doorbell.


I don't answer the door because I'd rather go to Hell.

He begins to knock, pounding my door like rocks,

He's trying to find the girl that's lost.

He's looking through the window, he knows I'm inside.

He knows I'm behind the couch trying to hide.

He knock and knocks and never gives up.

My Jesus is relentless and that's what's up.