You told me to knock, God, and seek earnestly,

And promised You’d then, with what’s good, meet my needs.

But there, in the midst of my knocking, I thought

Of how I’m not really the First to have knocked.

For You first loved my heart, saw me in my plight,

Came to request entry on my darkest night.

So my need–the greatest–already was met

When You entered in me, restored life to give.

And now when I, in faith, should seek, knock, request,

Help me to remember: You always know best.