Knocking wasn't enough, for my heart was too tired, too cold and ungrateful to open the door. But His grace has awakened my soul. How patient my Beloved is, lingering when shut out while I slept in my laziness. His persistence amazes me as He knocks again and again, pleading for me to let Him in. How could I have refused Him?

Unworthy heart, feel your shame. Yet, what an incredible kindness it is that He Himself opens the door. Blessed is the hand that lifts the latch. Now I see that only my Lord's power can save someone as wayward as me.

Without Him, even the gospel can't reach me until He extends His hand. I've experienced His grace, knowing that only He can open what others cannot. Thank the Lord, I feel His presence now. How my heart moves for Him, seeing what He endured for me and the poor return I've given.

I've let my affections stray and set up rivals. I've grieved Him. Sweetest and most dear, I’ve treated You like an unfaithful spouse.

Oh, my cruel sins, my cruel self. What can I do? Tears hardly show my true repentance, my heart burns with anger at myself. What a wretch I am, treating my Lord, my All in All, as if He were a stranger. Jesus, You forgive freely, but that's not enough. Guard me from future unfaithfulness. Wipe away my tears, purify my heart, and bind me securely to You, never to wander again.