Emily Dickinson - Just so—Jesus—raps lyrics
317 Just so—Jesus—raps He—doesn't weary Last—at the Knocker And first—at the Bell Then—on divinest tiptoe—standing Might He but spy the lady's soul When He—retires Chilled—or weary It will be ample time for—me Patient—upon the steps—until then Hears! I am knocking—low at thee