Who's There?

Who's that knocking? I cannot find the door.
Why do I have this feeling like I've never felt before?

Why am I so cold, and feel so alone?
Why am I so angry, my emotions made of stone?

Why is my life so hard, and there's no one here to help?
Why can't my life be normal, like everybody else?

Why do I hear this voice, but nobody is there?
Why do I want to live? Why do I even care?

Who is that person? And why does he stare?
Who is this man, kneeling down in prayer?

"What does he want from me?" I say kind of sore.
"I'm the Lord and I want to help, so please open the door."

"I know that I'm not perfect, and I know that I sin,
but you were never there before! Why should I let you in?"

"I have been here from the befinning, but you refused to listen.
But now is your chance to make your own admissions."

"I'm sorry if I've avoided you Lord, this was never my intention.
I thought I could do it on my own, with only self reflection."

"It's okay young one, as long as you see,
that you'll never get to the Father unless you go through me.

Next time your mind wanders into thoughts of sin,
knock on my door, for I am the Lord and I will let you in."