and praises rings out, of the wondrous love of God, drawing a stranger to the door.
is waiting with anticipation for a warm welcome, desiring to step inside, but he dares not.
eyes tell him a different story, than the songs of praise that drew him to the door.
voice yells get away from here, as if a stray animal was being chased
Sad, sick, cold hearted, self-righteous people having no real love of God.
fill the eyes of the stranger as he turns and walks away, bowing his head in sorrow.
inside feeling they did God a favor by running the stranger off.
no knowledge they just turned the Son of God away.