As you sit in your house
   You hear a sound.
You search for the source,
   At the front door it's found.
 
You open the door and
   There stands a man
that you've never met,
   With a checkbook in hand.

He says, "Go gather your bills
   And add them today.
I have this checkbook,
   And I'd like to pay."

You pause for a moment.
   This cannot be real.
But you would be foolish
   To not take this deal.

Now here's the surprise
   This story is true!
The door's not in your house,
   It's inside of you.

The 'debt' is your sin
   That you carry around.
But Jesus will pay it,
   Now how does that sound?

Yes, a check he will write
   With salvation's pen.
There's a knock at your door,
   Won't you let him in?

         

He stilled the angry tempest's power,
  Which raged within my heart;
And bade each sinful passion there,
  To speedily depart.
Yes, Jesus is my all in all,
  He satisfies my soul,
For me he died on Calvary,
  And now he makes me whole.

Yes, Jesus is my Saviour dear,
  My Rock, my Strength, my Song;
My Wisdom, and my Refuge safe,
  To Jesus I belong.
He is my Advocate with God,
  My Way, my Life, my Light,
My Great Physician and my Friend,
  My Guide by day and night.