I heard a knock upon my door
Not at an hour for there was no time
No such things as darkness anymore
For all God gave now was mine
And in these things He freely gave
Yet these I laid up myself
For in my works He did save
And kept on my private shelf
To be placed in a home of rest
Given me by God’s only Son
Yes in life I tried my best
Now for me a life crown won
So don’t come knocking on my door
If in this life you didn’t care
Enough to share His love more
And find yourself without a chair
So when you walk through Heaven’s gate
And find you have no furniture there
No place to sit or dinner plate
Don’t ask you can’t borrow my chair