The Knock

There's a knock at my door to save my soul
and I know who it is, not this face but this type
and I know she means well and it's that night
when it's door to door canvassing to bring
out the souls for Jesus, Sweet Jesus.

And I ask her on in and her accomplice
and we sit in the living room nodding
for what can you do for those who feel
it's their mission in life to go door-to-door
and rattle on about their particular truth?

And the evening advances and we come to the place
where they ask me again if I wouldn't like to make
that particular decision to make Jesus Christ
my personal Lord and Savior, and it happens again
that I ask that one question that makes it all wrong.

It's not that I have anything in particular against
Christianity per se, for I'm sure they mean well
in their own solemn way, what with praying and all.
It's just that it doesn't make sense and so I have to begin,
"If the Lord of the Universe needs my permission,

if he were any kind of God at all, he would have
seen all of this ahead of time and known
from the very beginning of the universe
that the impossible tasks of the Law of Moses
would have sent the creatures all scurrying.

And so it occurs to me that if the point of it all
was that we needed a chance then there would have been one
for every person who has ever lived or ever will,
and yet that is not what has happened at all,
and that would make God a number on a roulette wheel.

Instead, that is not what God had meant or ever said at all
and all of this Wednesday night parading the street homes
to save all our souls is a self-serving way to feel better
about doing absolutely nothing the other nights
when 10's of millions are going to hell instead of a witnessing.

I've not bought a word, but rather seen God for myself
and he told me quite clearly that he never did ask me
if I wanted to be under condemnation and just so
he never would ask me if I wanted to be set free
from the bondage of having to obey."

And then I ask the question, and wait for the response
and it is always the same as it happens to be.
"Do you go out every night and save souls to make sure
that no one goes to hell?"  And she says, with finality,
"I can't go out every night; I do have a life to live."

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