who is knocking
who is knocking at my door
who is knocking at my door

who is crying
who is crying at my door
can it be I've heard this cry before

for God so loved the world
for God so loved the world
for God so loved the world
that here we lie in the beds we've made
of our own free will
that here we lie in the beds we've made
of our own free will

so much sorrow
so much we must answer for
so much sorrow knocking at my door

hear them asking
hear them asking me to come
are they asking that thy will be done...

in my own little world there is freedom
in my own little world there is hope
in my own little world there is
reason to keep on trying
how can I go, how can I go, how can I go,
how can I go out