Jesus open the door (a plea for the lost)

Her mama loved Jesus
But death stings, living on her own
Picking up the pieces
That were scattered in her home

Never got to ask her
She was just a little girl
Whispers from Jesus
Keep haunting her still

Jesus open the door
We're not going to sleep
Jesus open the door
Knocking will keep
Jesus open the door
Father oh Father
Hear our cry
Be lifted high

He was hurt as a child
Broken homes seem to leave the deepest scars
Tried to reconcile
But it never seemed to take him far

Now he tries to blame the world
Still the pain won't go away
The hate in his heart
Is getting stronger each day

Jesus open the door
We're not going to sleep
Jesus open the door
Knocking will keep
Jesus open the door
Father oh Father
Hear our cry
Be lifted high

He'd been searching for answers
Since he was just a little boy
But the late night dancers
Had him lost and destroyed

Now he doesn't have the money
For a temporary fix
Hears about Jesus...wonders
What he can do with this?

Jesus open the door
We're not going to sleep
Jesus open the door
Knocking will keep
Jesus open the door
Father oh Father
Hear our cry
Be lifted high